So I don’t know if I mentioned it or not (and I’m too lazy to go look it up), but I celebrated my 31st birthday on January 17th (a Tuesday). I celebrated it by laying in bed, with the highlight of my day being going to Chili’s (free dessert!) and working. Yay.
However, the weekends preceding and succeeding my birthday were awesome, under the circumstances. I got to actually hang out with some friends the Saturday before (my first foray out into the world with a broken collarbone), most of whom I hadn’t seen in a while. We had steaks and great conversation, though there was one minor mishap where a friend slapped my injured arm. I cried a little, but then I got over it. Plus her reaction was far too funny, so I hurt myself laughing more than anything. :) My moms drove in the Sunday before to take me to birthday lunch and hang out. The following weekend, my bestie Amanda (who also slapped me on the arm, THRICE! I have violent friends.) drove in from Austin and we traded my original Laser Tag party for a game night around the house (EPIC! If you haven’t heard of Cards Against Humanity, go to the link and make it yours). There was cake, queso, and uproarious laughter. Friends drove in from out of town to ring in my 31st with much cheer. It wasn’t my best birthday, but given the limitations, it was truly a great time.
In other birthday-related news: One of my high school drill team friends and I have only 6 days between birthdays (happy birthday, Alida!), and she came up with a brilliant idea that I’m 100% stealing away from her. So there. Continue reading