Well, folks, as much as I've tried to avoid it, my 30th birthday is right around the corner. In less than six weeks, I'll hit the proverbial wall and have to admit that I've accomplished less than half of what I thought I would by this point in my life. (Unless you count marriages, because I've tripled my expectations there. Small victories, people.)
And honestly, I'm not that upset about it. At this point, it just seems like another day. Most days, I'm so tired and burned out from being a Captain of Industry that I feel 500 years old, so 30 seems like a real bonus. And anyone who knows me understands that I'm not the most introspective type, so I'll probably spend five minutes obsessing about my life's accomplishments and then start reading a fashion magazine. Which will start me obsessing about my fashion sense.
The biggest problem is that I don't know what I want to DO for my birthday. I've been in friend hibernation so long that I would have about three people to invite to a party, and throwing a party for yourself has always seemed a bit...narcissitic. I have a business to run, so I can't take a trip, which is what I thought I'd do. Turns out a spa vacation is a lot less relaxing when you have to take your phone and laptop. Makes the massage really complicated. We're still hauling ourselves out of the giant we're-not-working-but-the-bills-are-piling-up hole we dug over the last 16 months, so extravagent gifts are out of the question. (I bought all of Tony's gifts at the Walgreens this year. He got a ring toss game and a coffee mug. Sixteen dollars total. I know, it was too much.)
As far as food is concerned, I'm the resident birthday dessert maker. Every birthday, I'll bake something for the birthday person, be it chocolate cake, chocolate cupcakes, chocolate pie, whatever they want as long as it's chocolate. I'm generous that way. I don't expect Tony to whip up something fabulous and my poor mother spends half of every day cooking for the ever-growing pack of hungry adults who live in my house. (I live in a reality TV show now, in case you didn't know.) I don't feel right asking her to add to her duties with a cake.
So, I've decided. I'm going to sleep late, eat a Five Guys Burger with all the fixins, see a terrible summer blockbuster movie and buy myself something pretty (that costs less than $20.) And then have a giant sundae from somewhere that serves ice cream. The perfect recession birthday.
Or maybe I'll just drink all day.
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