Happy happy birthday baby
Jun. 12th, 2006 12:31 pmWhat an overwhelmingly good birthday.
The day started with my parents taking me and Joe out to brunch. Brunch was good, tasty, and then we came home and I got a card and cake. That's the extent of what our family does for birthdays once you're past little-kid age, so that was the end of things at my house -- my parents actually left to go out riding after the cake, so that was that.
Joe and I spent a little time at my house, watching TV and petting the cat, and then headed to his house.
I tried not to cry, I really did.
First, Joe had bought some of those stupid kids' party hats, and he insisted that we wear them at least long enough to snap some photos. I got used to the hat, but I started to tear up when he was taking pictures... I mean, why is everyone paying so much attention to me? It's my birthday, big deal, right?
Then, later on, we had a nice birthday dinner for me and his sister, whose birthday was the 6th. They had barbecued chicken, corn on the cob and pasta salad. It was delicious.
And then, they brought out the cakes, two little ones, one for each birthday girl, with our names written on them in frosting, and they started putting candles into them, groups of 2 and 7 for me, 2 and 4 for his sister. And I started to cry. I kept looking away from the cake in front of me, trying not to cry, but I couldn't fight it -- I was just overwhelmed, y'know? A special dinner, and a cake with my name on it, with candles, and even singing, all this attention, just for my birthday?
But then, it got worse -- worse as far as my emotional state, that is. There were cards, and there were presents, from his sister and his parents and him. And I cried. A lot. His sister got me a cute stuffed cow and an orange jar candle, which was nice. His parents got me a pair of earrings and a big gift card to Friday's (all that money on me?). Joe's grandpa sent along a card with $10 in it, even though he's never even met me ("he trusts my judgement," Joe said). And Joe gave me the sweetest card and a bunch of silly gifts: New Super Mario Bros., three versions of Karaoke Revolution and an extra mic, plus a 12-inch Derek Jeter figure (silly, yes).
I couldn't pull myself together for the longest time. Everyone got up and was cleaning up and moving on with their day, and I just sat there, for what must've been a half-hour or more, 'cause I had cried so much that I thought I was going to pass out or maybe throw up. Every time I started to pull myself together, I'd think "geez, all this, cards, presents, cake with my name on it, singing, dinner, all this attention, all of this just me, just for my birthday," and I'd get overwhelmed and start sobbing again. Nobody seemed to mind, though, that they had a sobbing emotional wreck sitting in their kitchen -- in fact, I got hugs and kisses from his mom and his dad both. I was embarrassed, but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't believe that they would go to all that trouble and make all that fuss over something as insignificant as my birthday.
After I finally managed to stop crying and wobble out to the living room, we all watched a Louis Black special they'd recorded to watch when I came over. Then, Joe and I just hung out and watched TV for a while, until the karaoke temptation was too great -- we ended the night up in his room with his sister and eventually her fiancé, when he got home, having a karaoke party. It was a ton of fun. I'll definitely have to take that stuff over there again sometime, not to mention that I want to work on it solo here and try to beat the games, unlock all the hidden stuff and everything.
Overall, it was an incredible birthday, so happy and so much fun, and so overwhelming.
The day started with my parents taking me and Joe out to brunch. Brunch was good, tasty, and then we came home and I got a card and cake. That's the extent of what our family does for birthdays once you're past little-kid age, so that was the end of things at my house -- my parents actually left to go out riding after the cake, so that was that.
Joe and I spent a little time at my house, watching TV and petting the cat, and then headed to his house.
I tried not to cry, I really did.
First, Joe had bought some of those stupid kids' party hats, and he insisted that we wear them at least long enough to snap some photos. I got used to the hat, but I started to tear up when he was taking pictures... I mean, why is everyone paying so much attention to me? It's my birthday, big deal, right?
Then, later on, we had a nice birthday dinner for me and his sister, whose birthday was the 6th. They had barbecued chicken, corn on the cob and pasta salad. It was delicious.
And then, they brought out the cakes, two little ones, one for each birthday girl, with our names written on them in frosting, and they started putting candles into them, groups of 2 and 7 for me, 2 and 4 for his sister. And I started to cry. I kept looking away from the cake in front of me, trying not to cry, but I couldn't fight it -- I was just overwhelmed, y'know? A special dinner, and a cake with my name on it, with candles, and even singing, all this attention, just for my birthday?
But then, it got worse -- worse as far as my emotional state, that is. There were cards, and there were presents, from his sister and his parents and him. And I cried. A lot. His sister got me a cute stuffed cow and an orange jar candle, which was nice. His parents got me a pair of earrings and a big gift card to Friday's (all that money on me?). Joe's grandpa sent along a card with $10 in it, even though he's never even met me ("he trusts my judgement," Joe said). And Joe gave me the sweetest card and a bunch of silly gifts: New Super Mario Bros., three versions of Karaoke Revolution and an extra mic, plus a 12-inch Derek Jeter figure (silly, yes).
I couldn't pull myself together for the longest time. Everyone got up and was cleaning up and moving on with their day, and I just sat there, for what must've been a half-hour or more, 'cause I had cried so much that I thought I was going to pass out or maybe throw up. Every time I started to pull myself together, I'd think "geez, all this, cards, presents, cake with my name on it, singing, dinner, all this attention, all of this just me, just for my birthday," and I'd get overwhelmed and start sobbing again. Nobody seemed to mind, though, that they had a sobbing emotional wreck sitting in their kitchen -- in fact, I got hugs and kisses from his mom and his dad both. I was embarrassed, but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't believe that they would go to all that trouble and make all that fuss over something as insignificant as my birthday.
After I finally managed to stop crying and wobble out to the living room, we all watched a Louis Black special they'd recorded to watch when I came over. Then, Joe and I just hung out and watched TV for a while, until the karaoke temptation was too great -- we ended the night up in his room with his sister and eventually her fiancé, when he got home, having a karaoke party. It was a ton of fun. I'll definitely have to take that stuff over there again sometime, not to mention that I want to work on it solo here and try to beat the games, unlock all the hidden stuff and everything.
Overall, it was an incredible birthday, so happy and so much fun, and so overwhelming.
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