Yesterday was my birthday. Thirty one years old. Not exactly a milestone year. The next big one is THE big one. Forty. Not as scary as it once was when I was about ten years old. I'm past the big celebrations for birthdays. For me anyways. If my wife wants a huge party or I go to a party for a friend, that's fine by me. I just don't want all the hoopla, not my style.
What was on the docket was absolutely nothing. We didn't make any plans, we didn't think about going out, we didn't do much of anything. We watched a movie in the afternoon. And it was all that I could have asked for. The big plan was dinner. My wife made pulled pork sandwiches, baked beans, corn, and french fries. A mid summer's day meal in the midst of winter. It. Was. Awesome! Followed up by the one tradition I will always hold dear to my heart: chocolate chip cheesecake. The best birthday dessert of all time. A dessert Kayne West would interrupt for if another dessert would win 'best birthday dessert of the year' award.
This kind of birthday isn't for everyone. Some people want to have a big party every year, others want to just go out and have drinks. Or maybe going out for a nice dinner at a restaurant you wouldn't go to any other day of the year. I think that having these low key birthdays are great for me because I'm not always one that wants to be in the spotlight. I don't like being the center of attention. I enjoy going to parties, just as long as it isn't about me. Unless I do something great like coming up with a plan to end the zombie war. Then maybe I would like to have a party thrown for me.
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