I don't see any gold, though ...

[cosmolinguist]

My best friend from kindergarten until third grade (when she started being homeschooled and I rarely saw her any more) was a couple weeks younger than me; her birthday was near the beginning of January whereas mine is at the end of December.

When we were in first grade or so, I remembered her telling me her birthday was special because it was her golden birthday. I asked her what that meant and she said it meant that she was turning seven on January seventh.

I was jealous; I got no such honor, no special presents. I figured that, since my golden birthday would thus be my twenty-second, that was impossibly far away and by then I'd be so old I wouldn't care about such things any more. I knew it was true. Ever since then, I've been resigned to my fate.

Anticlimatic though it may be, this was better than my birthday last year, which I spent at my uncle's birthday party, which consisted mostly of his wife's family members and their screaming kids running around. It was also better than the year before, when Mom refused to let me see Fellowship of the Ring because it was my birthday and that meant family. So she cleaned the house, my brother played computer games, my dad watched TV, and I think I read a book or something. Quality time has never been our forte.

Anyway, today was quiet but good. My mom did take me to lunch at one of my favorite restaurants (the Lakeside, not that anybody who reads this besides ivana_duboise will know what I'm talking about), and made me a very nice dinner tonight. There was cake, too, but I made that. I love my mom's chocolate cake. It was even a layer cake. And I got a present; they bought me a sweater. It was a nice birthday.

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[etoilepb.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday!

I went through the exact same process about golden birthdays -- and mine is in two months (I'll be 23 on Feb 23rd). Somehow ecen though I'm supposedly "too old" for it, it amuses me nonetheless. ;)

[cosmolinguist]

Yeah, well, this morning I watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas, one of my all-time favorites, in my pajamas, with a piece of leftover birthday cake for breakfast. I am definitely not feeling my age, either. Be amused all you want. :-)

(I think being 22 is better than being 12 because you can finally get away with the things you wanted to do when you were 12--like chocolate cake for breakfast!--but couldn't at the time.)

[ivana-duboise.livejournal.com]

Mine was the eighth. Nothing different really. I had streamers and balloons to go along with everything else.

And as for the Lakeside, not only did they not offer to get me a new latte after I had spilled it, they didn't even bother to help me clean it up! They have good ice cream though.

[cosmolinguist]

I remember you spilling something at the Lakeside (though I thought it was an iced-something-or-other ... but all I really remember is that you spilled a lot of it on my foot, on my new Doc Marten sandals, actually :-) ). They do have good ice cream; I wanted to get some yesterday but by the time I'd eaten my sandwich I was actually quite full, for some reason. It was a very kumquat-ish moment. So, no ice cream for me. It was still fun to go there, though.

[comradexavier.livejournal.com]

Oh, you think so little of me that you assume I don't know about the Lakeside?

If by little you mean "not very often" as opposed to "not very much" ... :-D

[cosmolinguist]

You're right; I should've thought of that. I was telling my mom when we were there, actually, that I think the last time I was there was when Darren, you, and I had ice cream there. My apologies for the oversight. :-)

[ex-odious406.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday! :]

[cosmolinguist]

Thank you. :-)