I am so over birthdays.

Friday was my birthday. I planned everything out - dinner at Fireside Pies, Zane Lamprey comedy show at House of Blues and then back to the Henderson area for drinks. I invited my friends, who invited their friends and was ready to have a great time.

And I did have a great time, but I am just so over birthdays. It sort of felt like any other weekend night, just that people were buying me drinks and I got a few presents. And there is always some kind of drama, which I will leave out of this post.

Next year, when I turn one year closer to the big 3-0, I just want to do something for me. Have a really nice dinner. Take a trip. Go to a spa.

The rest of my birthday weekend was spent staying in bed on Saturday until 3pm and catching up on Glee and Parenthood. On Sunday, I went grocery shopping, cleaned my entire house, went to Half Price Books, did 5 loads of laundry and finished the book A Thousand Splendid Suns (which I highly recommend).

So yeah, happy birthday to me.

Posted on May 17th at 9:47 AM
Tagged as: birthday. so over it. weekend. party.

1. my-own-melt said: i feel the SAME way. i didnt do hardly anything for my birthday this year - it just seemed silly hope you had a good birthday regardless!
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3. leeleeleelee said: that’s why my last 3 b-days have been one on one man-dates
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