So I turned 22 today. It was an OK sort of day. I mean, being with my sister and dad was great. And my niece was really nice to me (I was lying on the carpet and she came up and snuggled me, which she’s never done in her year and a half). It would have been great if I hadn’t had to get my car fixed which was a hassle and a half. It’s still not done, so I’m home for a few more days than I’d planned on.
Anyway, this blog is for musing, not recounting a straight laundry list of the day.
So here’s a muse: whatever happened to birthday parties? When do we grow out of them and start just having a nice dinner? Not that I should complain (as long as I’m home, I keep getting birthday meals). And I’m not complaining.
Just musing.
So I turned 22 today. And my life is going really well. I have a great family unit, an equally great friend unit, and a special someone who thinks I’m pretty special.
Who needs a party?
I still have birthday parties… will this stop next year, when I turn 22? The parties are always very tiny, and involve family and a couple friends going out for dinner and a movie… though this year’s was pretty big because I invited all the kids from work and all my gamer friends. I think “parties” really stop though with the advent of college - when it becomes too difficult to get a lot of people together, because they’re all off doing different things.