You say it’s your birthday *insert guitar riff here*.
As you get older, birthdays don’t mean as much. I think that’s both a good and bad thing.
The Good:
- Do you really want to draw attention to the fact that you’re getting older?
- After you hit 21, there are no more true milestones till 25.. and then all you get to do is rent a damned car.
- Do you really want to think that hard about the future? Marriage… jobs… houses… cars… etc… PRESSURE!
- No more birthday punches.
The Bad:
- Birthday parties and exorbitant presents were pretty fucking cool.
- It’s nice to be spoiled and pampered for 24 hours straight… especially when your birthday is nowhere near Christmas season… where you can also potentially get pampered.
- Birthday Rights: “We’re gonna do it MY way cause it’s my BIRTHDAY!”
- Birthday punches (for the punch-ers… not the punch-ees)… nothing like a quasi-formal reason to wail on your friend for all the little things they did to piss you the hell off.
**SIGH**
So glad it’s over. Gotta go take my Geritol. G’nite.
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June 3, 2001 | Filed Under Me
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