The older I get the less significant my birthday feels and I was totally prepared to hate it this year. I even started a diet two days before that cuts out sugar among other things and hid my birth date on Facebook. I don't know. Maybe it's because it's the first year my parents are gone or because it was on a Wednesday. Maybe it's just because I've had so darn many. After a while it's just like, oh this again? This year when I thought about my Birthday instead of cake or festivities the only significance that crossed my mind is that I'm another year closer to my imminent demise. Totally morbid I know, but that's all I thought of and not in a bad way if such a thing could not be thought of in a bad way. It was more of a calculated assessment of time. I wasn't necessarily sad about my Birthday, just blah about it. Maybe I was bummed by the general lack of interest in my day of birth more than anything else.
The only thing on my Birthday agenda was to take that day off and get a facial. I knew that even if I didn't have the birthday blues being at work would surely push me over the edge and I just couldn't bring myself to go there. I'm pretty sure I would have spent the day laying in bed alternating between staring at the ceiling pondering the meaning of life and reading but my husband intervened. I said he didn't have to, but he took the day off anyway and made plans. After my facial I came home, ate breakfast and relaxed with a book for a while before we headed downtown for a movie and dinner. I was amazed at how different downtown looks during the middle of the day. It was fun trying to identify the tourists; and I think that's all there was because it was a random Wednesday afternoon and everyone else was at work. What wasn't fun is watching MJ eat an ice cream cone and not having have one for myself myself. The streets were deserted and so was the movie theater. There was one other person besides us at the 2:10pm showing of Insurgent and I didn't see a single customer on our way in or out. The movie was really good and after that we walked over to Rei do Gado Brazilian Steakhouse. I'm on a meat kick and we've already been to Fogo De Chao so I wanted to give it a try. It looks like an overly ornate hotel restaurant from the 90's but the food was really good. I ate so much meat I was still full the next morning.
|The lone Birthday Pic|
If it's your Birthday and there is no official picture to commemorate it, did your Birthday still happen? The answer is yes, because social media be damned if we could stop aging by forgoing photo ops none of us would be any older than thirty. It's also still your Birthday even if you didn't eat cake. Both are new revelations for me. My husband is not a picture taker. He didn't offer that day and I didn't ask because of the whole blah about my birthday thing and there were none at the girls dinner although they did sing Happy Birthday which was awkward and awesome all at the same time. The only picture I got to commemorate my Birthday was a picture of the free restaurant dessert that I didn't even eat. I don't think I've gone a single Birthday without an official "It's my Birthday!!" pic so it bummed me out for about five minutes. I only drooled over the cake for five seconds before I slid it down the table for someone else to eat. I got over it and fun was had by all.
MJ started asking what I wanted and what I wanted to do over a month ago. My answer was always nothing or I don't know. Usually, I can come up with something but I wouldn't give him anything. I had no ideas for my mom or sister either. I didn't want anything to do with with my Birthday this year and I really can't pinpoint why, but instead of giving me the nothing that I asked for he gave me everything. He made it special even if I didn't want it to be. He gave me himself that day (along with an Amazon gift card) and that matters much more than having a picture of any it.