I'm 28 now. Which didn't seem weird to me until my brother called and told me that he can't wrap his mind around the fact that his little sister (again, me) was "almost 30". So I guess now I feel a bit older. Because I was told that I'm older.
I used to be the type of person that just went crazy for my birthday. I would plan parties and themes well in advance and a bunch of people would come to celebrate me and I was living the dream! Then some annoying BS happened and I stopped loving my birthday to the point where last year I didn't even have people over. How weird is that?
This year, I eased back into things because my BFF was going to be visiting. So we went mini golfing on Saturday at this amazing little place north of the city in Skokie.
The guy builds each of the obstacles and there are ones with moving parts and pop culture references so it's amazing. I mean, I spent my birthday with 2 of my favorite people and the TARDIS. So I don't see how it can get much better (spoiler it does).
We headed home and got ready for my "party". I say it like that because I was really nervous about having people over. So I planned a low key night with a few close friends and board games and beers. And it was AWESOME! I mean it. I'm still not sure how excited I'll be about birthdays future but this was perfect.
Anytime you can sit in a room with people who are really present and want to have fun and enjoy the things you do is just the best thing in the whole world. And then your boyfriend might do something adorable like commission a cake that looks identical to your 101 Dalmatians cake from your 6th birthday. And it goes to a new level of bliss.
Basically, birthdays are good again. And I love my friends. And I love John. And I love my family. And I love cake. So that's a recap.