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.