…or is it 31?
I just realized, it’s a month until my birthday. Let the anxiety attacks begin: “I’m so old.” “I’ll be single for the rest of my life!” “Is this where I want to be at my age?” “Gods I’m so fat.” — and so on…
It’s one of those divisible by 5 years as well — ugh! I have no plans for it, no room to throw/host a party here and my usual idea of Fogo de Chao is a bit derailed by two close friends being vegetarians and one friend being a vegan. I don’t know what to do, or if I should even bother acknowledging the day.
Whatever happened to the days when your friends called and hung out with you often and surprised you on your birthday? 😕
I learned the hard way that those days are long gone. Frankly, I’m lucky if someone remembers my birthday without me prompting them.
them: What’s going on with you?
me: Feh. I had a birthday yesterday.
them: Oh, well happy birthday!
me: Gee, thanks for remembering.
What, me bitter?
Hm… Yeah I know how that goes.
I wish I knew where those days went as well. I’ve either tried to plan something for my own birthday, or plan someone elses, and it’s like pulling teeth to get anyone to come out for a birthday. Seems to me that after they all get you drunk for your 21st, they don’t want to do anything else.
That being said, I have an 💡 brewing, but would you want to go somewhere familiar or somewhere new for your birthday?
Throw a barbeque and the vegetarians/vegans can suffer. Oh, grilled egglant, courgettes (zucchinis), and mushrooms can be made for them and anyone else who’d love some.