Birtday

The title of this post goes back to a time a wonderful friend misspelled Birthday on a cake she made for me. That was a good Birtday memory, just like the one I am about to chronicle.

I turned 27 today. I stayed up till 1:10 in the morning last night/early this morning to celebrate my birth time. I was actually born at 2:10 but that was Eastern Time and I am in Central.

I can’t say that I don’t want a huge group of people to throw me a surprise party, I have always wanted one, one just for me, never had one just for me. But I suppose I have a few more years.

What I did get to do was go out to eat with four people who mean the world to me. Jeremy Garmin, Justin Tedesko, and Paul and Julie McMullen. We went to the Macaroni Grill and I had chicken cannelloni. Paul and Julie got me this card that they thought would be funny. It was a Bat-Mitzvah card. I laughed really hard then explained that the word bat in Hebrew means daughter, and they were looking for a Bar-Mitzvah card. Then we all realized that the nature of the card explained why the envelope was shiny purple. It was a fun night. I really want thousands to scream happy birthday to me, that would be really nice and I would be proud. But the same way I would feel such a sense of loss that couldn’t be filled by the large group of middle to outer circle friends. It was a good day. Last night I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to IHOP or Macaroni Grill. I chose the Grill because I dreamed last night that I was eating Italian on my birthday. It was a good enough reason for me.