Birthday.

So, as some of my good friends know - my birthday is coming up soon.  

The past couple years, I have celebrated like a 9 year-old at Chuck E Cheese.  I have invited almost all my friends, let people know weeks in advance, researched bars and restaurants, etc.  Sidenote - most of the people who come those this annual event will ask about it week in advance, before I bring it up.  I take it people enjoy this - we all need a reason to go out and celebrate.

Anyhow.  The one thing about this is that, regardless for how stupid this sounds, it ends up being stressful.  I worry that one or two of my friends won't know anyone else there and will feel uncomfortable.  I worry about having my apartment clean.  I worry about no one showing up and then feeling like a loser.   

Anyhow.  I was thinking, for the aforementioned reasons, that I wouldn't really do anything for my birthday this year - that I wouldn't plan something; maybe I'd have dinner with one or two of my closest friends, but that'd be it.

Well, as my mom so aptly put it - sometimes life happens while you're making other plans.  I was in a conversation the other day with another April birthday and the spouse of an April birthday.  It turns out, there very well may be a bar backroom rented out.  Stay tuned.  All my readers are invited.  

Get excited.