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But You and Me, We Know They've Got Nothing But Time: Your Best or Worst Birthday

By Cindy Davis | Posted Under Comment Diversions | Comments (51)

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Today, I share my birthday with—among others—Boy George and our adopted flag brother (sister?), so I thought I’d let you all entertain me with your stories. You do have stories, don’t you? My sixteenth wasn’t all that sweet; I always identified with Sam Baker (and coveted Molly Ringwald’s hair) as she navigated her birthday, waiting for her family to remember. I’m pretty sure I had zero interaction with anyone in my family on that, my worst birthday, marked by parents splitting up and a mother who worked all day and drank all night. But in the end, Sam gets her boy (did you know Viggo Mortensen was almost Jake?), as did I, so it all worked out.



Remember when you were a little kid, how exciting birthdays were? And then you got to your teenage years, when the measure of your birthday was whether that boy or that girl spoke to you? While some people are all about the presents, I’m usually happy with a nice day spent at the beach or just hanging out with the kidlets and having a nice dinner. (This year, I unexpectedly lucked out with a new [used] car, since our primary vehicle died a couple of weeks ago). But what about you? What makes or breaks the celebration; are you one of those who loves hoopla or do you cringe at the thought of a party? What’s the story of your best or worst birthday? Let you entertain me!









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I invited my entire 3rd grade class to the roller rink for my birthday. No one showed up. That means we went 0/25 on the guest list after they all confirmed. Well fuck those bitches. I had cake for breakfast and dessert for eight days after that party and had an excuse to never go to anyone else's party I didn't like ever again. I made those bastards cry for what they did to me.

Posted by: Robert at June 14, 2011 5:17 PM

Best was my 11th birthday, and it's especially awesome now that I'm an adult. We were foreclosing on our house, my parents filed for bankruptcy like within a week of my birthday. We had a pool in the backyard of the house we were losing, and so family and neighborhood friends came over and brought food and we grilled out and had a pool party. I got about $10 worth of pool toys from my parent, purchased from the Dollar Store, and that's it. I remember thinking that was weird, since I had specifically asked for other stuff. Looking back, knowing what terrible stress my parents were under at the time and how less than dirt poor we had become, virtually overnight, and that the bank was literally days away from taking our home, my parents were fucking awesome. We laugh about it now and call it my Dollar Store Birthday. Best birthday ever.

Posted by: ZombieMedic at June 14, 2011 5:30 PM

Worst birthday was my 21st. That totally cute guy finally asked me out and we proceeded to drink champagne presumably headed toward sweet seduction. And then . . . he told me in all sincerity that if he had to rate me he honestly didn't know if he'd give me a 10 or a 1!

I found out how men feel when they suddenly lose an erection. It really starts in the guts, doesn't it guys?

Anyway, major bummer that frankly made me guy-shy (and mirror shy) for quite a while.

Over it now, tho.

Posted by: NeoCleo at June 14, 2011 5:32 PM

My dad was herded up for Nazi concentration camp when he was a child. Before reaching the camp, they were housed in a ghetto type environment and only got fishheads to eat. Someone had managed to buy some butter with a diamond, but when they got it home it turned out to be butter smeared around a block of wood. My grandmother managed to get an egg on the blackmarket. She gave my dad a hardboiled egg for his 10th birthday. To this day, he mists up and says that it's the best present that he's ever gotten, and the best present that anyone could ever get, ever. I still cry thinking about him telling me that story.

Posted by: BWeaves at June 14, 2011 5:32 PM

My birthdays are cursed affairs. Some random crap falls from the sky into my hair every time. Here's the top three:

17th - Car accident. Nearly a fatality. Spent the last 2 1/2 months of my senior year in the hospital with tubes in my chest.

20th - Fiance dumps me at my own party. For a friend of mine. That I introduced her to.

23rd - Mugged walking home from my birthday party in Vegas. Cracked on the head from behind. 12 stitches. Still have the scar on the side of my head.

I usually spend my birthdays locked in my house.

Posted by: Schpida (he is our hero) at June 14, 2011 5:34 PM

Crap.
That sounds awful. I'm sorry. I had a skating party and for some reason I remember they gave me a Barbie wrapped in a Mork and Mindy poster. I liked the Barbie but I really loved the poster! I don't remember how old I was turning though. 8 or 9 I think. Yeah, I'm old.

Posted by: daria at June 14, 2011 5:36 PM

I have had many years of bad birthdays. They weren't traumatic or anything, just crappy things happened that cast a pall over the day.

Observe: My dog stepped in the cake, my boyfriend and best friend got into a fight at my party, I got the flu, my mom got the flu, I got dead flowers from an ex boyfriend as a gift, a sleet storm that cancelled my party, met my boyfriend's gay lover, mother-in-law goes into surgery only to find out that her cancer is terminal, blah, blah blah.

I no longer celebrate my birthday. I am apparently cursed.

Posted by: ZombieNurse at June 14, 2011 5:40 PM

Birthday Twin!

My best/worst/most memorable birthday was my 18th
The 14th was on a Sunday that year, so Saturday night my friends had a bonfire for me which quickly escalated into an alcohol fueled clusterfuck. I remember having happy birthday sung to me at exactly midnight and wondering if the song had always included so many curse words. I'm told there were firecrackers at some point.
I woke up the next morning at 7 and drove to the pool, where I had the best practice of my life. I felt great, my coach was impressed, and my best friend and I celebrated avoiding what would have been a terrible hangover.
Then I drove home, and had breakfast, and revisited breakfast 20 minutes later, and shortly after that I became reacquainted with every food and beverage I'd ever consumed in my life. And that is how I spent my day of birth, in the bathroom, with lights turned off and sunglasses on, composing my will.

Posted by: yy at June 14, 2011 5:48 PM

I haven't celebrated a birthday since I was...16 or 17. Mostly just because we moved to a different state around that time. Even then, I remember my birthdays being pretty average (if I remember any). Although I do remember waking up on my 12th or so birthday, to my mother screaming at me to pick cat shit up. Literally, that's how I woke up.

You know, I understand, cat shit is gross. It was my cat, I'll clean it up...but yelling at me, first thing in the morning, on my birthday? I don't even remember what happened after that.

My 21st birthday is coming up though, and I actually (sort of) have people to celebrate it with. One guy who is around my age comes over a lot, who I'm not terribly interested in, but, hey, who knows...21st birthday...

Posted by: Candee at June 14, 2011 5:50 PM

WORST-

Posted by: Sad Rockstar at June 14, 2011 5:55 PM

Best birthday I had was my 15th, because we were in New York at the time and I went to my first-ever movie theatre to watch 'Fellowship of the Ring.'

Posted by: Ozioma at June 14, 2011 5:59 PM

BWeaves, in no way to take away from the seriousness of that story:

I honestly thought that a comment that started out "My dad was herded into a concentration camp..." was going to be followed by "and then I bent the iron gates with the power of my MIND."

This is a movie blog, after all. The crushing despair at the universe that you're telling a real story and not an X-Men story is somewhat overwhelming.

Posted by: MM at June 14, 2011 6:00 PM

BWeaves, that is an amazing story, made me misty.

My 18th birthday party was a surprise party. I figured it out early, as my best friend's house was across the street and I could see all the cars. She called me over by asking if she could borrow an egg, and being a teenage shit with a weird sense of humor, I burst into tears and asked her how she could have all those friends over on my birthday and not invite me. I guess my faux shock worked, because she was so damn happy to have gotten one over on me, that to this day I pretend like I didn't know. The night ended with Rocky Horror, and a mysterious transvestite making lewd gestures who no one remember actually seeing at the movie photobombing every single picture.

Posted by: The Bean at June 14, 2011 6:05 PM

Worst- 11th B-day mid-way through party with family from both sides there my dad tells me him and my mom are splitting and hes moving out. RIGHT NOW! WTF? What kind of person leaves on his kids birthday.

Posted by: Sad Rockstar at June 14, 2011 6:08 PM

I think I'm better off avoiding birthdays as they just seem to be getting worse every fucking year. Turning 25 should have been evidence enough after a break up two weeks prior, lead to my ex harassing me throughout the day with texts and phone calls saying he was so drunk he didn't know where he was, it was raining so hard he'd given up and just laid down in the grass somewhere. This began during the afternoon. By mid to late evening, he'd found his way to a bar where he used the bartender's phone to continue where he'd left off since his phone was dead (and potentially broken due to water damage). I was so worried he was going to get himself killed that night I drove down to the bar in my pj's screaming and crying that if he ended up hurt I would kill him myself. "Not on my shitty birthday you sonofabitch!" He was so embarrassed by the scene I'd caused he finally left me alone.

26 began with my boyfriend (and co-worker) dumping me, leaving me in an apartment I'd paid both our rent on for 9 months, where he was also engaging in some illegal activity. I completely heartbroken and such an emotional mess I nearly got fired from work. Additionally, I was paranoid that his asshole friend was going to call the cops and tip them off about the place and I'd end up in prison getting a mouth full of muff for the rest of my life.

Now, I imagine anyone who reads this (no one) will also respond with "you dumb bitch, of course that shit happened it's your own damned fault!" To which I would encourage you to consider that even the blackest of hearts can be deceived into loving another -- no matter how much it defies their better judgment not to trust and/or love.

27 is rapidly approaching and while I am (fortunately) not in jail, I am hyper aware of the potential for any heartbreak and/or melt downs. I encourage my family and friends to hole up for the week, engage in little to no human interaction and to try their best not to succumb to the litany of medical issues that ail many of them at this time. I have spent the past year building my own bomb shelter complete with ex boyfriend repelling sock waves, to ensure my safety against a future attack.

On a lighter note, Disneyland opened on my birthday in 1955, the birth year of my mother.

Posted by: beet salad at June 14, 2011 6:19 PM

I had a crush on this boy from school for a while. He wasn't from my usual group of friends, so I thought inviting him and a few of his friends to my 12th birthday party was a great way to start hanging out with him.

After school, some day before my birthday party, I went to my father's office. It was near the school and he took me home after he finished his work. While I waited I usually made my homework on an empty desk, but that day I drew hearts saying "Marta + Daniel" in some scrap paper.

Saturday came. My mother had baked cakes and made sandwiches. There were games set up and rented VHS tapes. I went to pick up my friends at the nearby bus stop (yes, I'm from Yurop), and my heart raced when I saw Daniel among the group. I arrived at my house, knowing it was going to be a great day.

When I opened the door I saw the walls, the furniture, the ceiling lamps, lined with hearts saying "Marta + Daniel" in my own handwriting. There were post-its, variuos colored fotocopies and even framed versions of that masterpiece. I spent the rest of day being made fun of. My my friends, by Daniel's friends and by my parents.

Weirdly, me and Daniel became great friends after that. And before he went off to medical school he told me "you were more important in my life than you will never know".

Thank you f*cked up mom & dad.

Posted by: Alice at June 14, 2011 6:29 PM

Somehow the bad birthdays are the best stories...

My 11th birthday - I woke up to my very first visit from Aunt Flo. That's a fun conversation to have on your birthday and it made me *REALLY* friendly for the sleepover the next night.

My 16th birthday - my grandfather's funeral (I also tore the miniscus cartiledge in my left knee that day... the limping gift that keeps on giving)

My 18th birthday - parents put in some effort, it was a suprise party. I worked at a grocery store and my mom was friends with the person who made my schedule; she made it so I had a 9 hour shift on my feet. Then my friends were running late, so my mom called the store and told me to bring home toilet paper... yep. All the pics of me walking in the door are in my lovely polyester vest and a 24 pack of angel soft in my hand.

My 21st birthday - got into a huge fight with my boyfriend at the time. He forgot it was my birthday and had picked up extra shifts at work. He proceeded to get even drunker than I did at dinner.

My 24th birthday - the one that everyone forgot. Friends and Boyfriend (a new one) included.

I kept my 28th birthday this year super quiet and low-key. I've discovered its the way to go :^)

Posted by: faintingviolet at June 14, 2011 6:39 PM

2 days before my last birthday, I found out that my 9 year old cat likely had a brain tumor but that it was possible that it was just a nasty sinus infection that was putting pressure on his brain. He was kept at the vet's office on IV antibiotics and I stayed with him nearly the whole time because we were a little co-dependent and because I had just moved to a new city and didn't know very many people yet. My "loving" boyfriend of 2 years from my old town was unreachable. The day of my birthday, the cat was released because he seemed to be doing better. I was so happy to have him home. Boyfriend was unreachable. The next morning, my cat was much worse than he had been even before the initial vet visit. That afternoon, less than 5 days after the onset of any kind of symptom, I had to make the decision to have him put to sleep, and held him as the vet administered the injection. It was completely heartbreaking. Boyfriend was still unreachable.

Now, almost a year later, I can confidently say that that birthday was both the best and worst I ever had. I feel so lucky to have had the extra day with him. Boyfriend finally emailed me a week later to say "happy birthday" and that he didn't call earlier because he thought I was being silly by being upset and [actual words] he "was trying to make [me] stronger by letting [me] deal with this on [my] own." He has been ex-boyfriend since that day.

Posted by: chipwitch at June 14, 2011 6:57 PM

Worst was 30th, only had one finger gripping the edge of sanity. I had just had a ton of repressed childhood abuse memories come flooding back in. My friends (who were clueless about how bad off I was) had a big party for me, which I don't remember at all. Three days later I checked into the funny farm for a much needed stay.

Nothing jumps out as best, but compared to that one, they were all good.

Posted by: Drake at June 14, 2011 7:07 PM

My birthdays seems to draw heinousness like a magnet draws needles, but I had one really good one thanks to Mr. Meh - It was my 30th.

He arranged a sunset cruise on my dad's boat around the lights of SF bay with his whole family (my family is mostly gone) with champagne and cake and dinner afterwards. It was pretty frakking sweet.

He's normally the most non-romantic guy on the planet, so it was a huge deal.

Posted by: meh at June 14, 2011 7:29 PM

Hey, NeoCleo, don't lose your boner over what a guy says. We're idiots.

Posted by: Uncle Mikey at June 14, 2011 7:35 PM

Wow, there are some really sad birthdays listed here. I'm lucky that most of mine have been uneventful, I guess.

Two stand out in my mind as the best. The first was my fifteenth birthday. I thought I was going to a party for a friend whose birthday was close to mine, but it turned out to be a surprise party for me instead. All my closest friends were there, including my crush at the time, and they all signed a huge posterboard card for me, which I believe I still have tucked away in a closet at my parents' house.

The other best was this past birthday, as my husband surprised me with tickets to see Muse. I knew they were playing the weekend of my birthday and really wanted to see them but didn't think we could afford the tickets (StubHub users really jack up prices). So the night before the concert, he gave me my "present," a set of mixing bowls I'd been eyeing. After I opened the gift, he asked, "Don't you want to open them and make sure they're not broken?" And the tickets were resting in the bottom bowl.

Come to think of it, he's pretty awesome at giving gifts. For my 25th birthday, he took me to the animal shelter to get our first cat. And my 27th birthday was our second cat.

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at June 14, 2011 7:49 PM

Well, as of this year my birthday is now synonymous with the deaths of over thirty-thousand people, but I also got to see Drive Angry. So I guess it's a wash.

Posted by: Blake Shrapnel at June 14, 2011 8:02 PM

12th Birthday: Lost a soccer game, got into a (minor)car accident on the way home, then proceeded to start my period.

18th birthday: Supposed to be a big one, right? My uncle scheduled his wedding for the next day, so no one remembered. The marriage only lasted a couple of months, but the damage was done. Thanks, Uncle Fred.

Posted by: Erin S at June 14, 2011 8:13 PM

Holy crap, people...I had no idea there were so many worst birthdays going on out there in the Pajibaverse. Group hug.

Posted by: Cindy at June 14, 2011 8:46 PM

Worst had to be the birthday I spent on the bottom of a boat, taking logs on shutdown machinery for 20 hours straight because my asshole watch relief wouldn't wake up. I was supposed to be on six and six's.

Best...I was eight or nine and out of the blue my father took just me down to DC to see the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History for my birthday. My dad owned his own business so just getting time with him was tough. Add in the fact there were four of us...you never got alone time. I got to see stuff I had only looked at in books. I think I made my old man spend about 3 hours just in the dinosaur section.

Posted by: Diablo at June 14, 2011 8:47 PM

Like the header photo, my family forgot my b-day when my sister got married (although the wedding was still two weeks away). But no crazy adventures, foreign exchange students, or falling in love. I was just told to suck it up and be a man.
Never celebrated a birthday after that.

Posted by: Wembley at June 14, 2011 8:49 PM

My last birthday was quite shite.

I had a great celebration lined up: dinner with the boyfriend and a bunch of friends at our favorite sushi place, followed by gourmet cupcakes and games at a friend's house following dinner.

Except...I hadn't counted on the cleanliness of Taco Bell's lettuce or meat when the boyfriend and I stopped for tide-me-over tacos earlier that day. As the fun and games unfolded at our friends' house, I noticed that my full belly just seemed to sit, heavy and full, and become more and more restive as the night went on. As we left, the nausea was apparent, and I had to insist that my boyfriend drop me off at my apartment as he went on to drop off his sister at her house about fifteen minutes away. I started vomiting five minutes after I got into the house, and didn't stop all night, even after I emptied my stomach.

I spent the next day, my actual birthday, lying in bed or on the couch, trying hard not to move or make the room spin, and to hold down sips of Pedialyte as best as I could. Boyfriend got sick too, and shared my misery and the bathroom. (This is how we knew it was the Taco Bell and not the sushi; nobody else who had fish got sick that night). The nausea cleared up the following day.

Thank Christ I had people who cared about me around me that weekend or I could have died.

Posted by: StoatCat at June 14, 2011 10:10 PM

I turned 33 on September 11 2001.

There it is.

Posted by: Jerry at June 14, 2011 10:13 PM

Similar to Jerry, I turned 11 on September 11, 2001.

Posted by: Brook at June 14, 2011 10:43 PM

For my eighth birthday my father set up a hanging trolley in our backyard for my party. And I don't mean some wimpy little plastic thing that only went five feet, I'm talking something made of wire and metal and duct tape that stretched about 40 feet across the yard and you had to climb a ladder to get to it, because you started your journey about twelve feet off the ground. It was a lawsuit waiting to happen and it. was. awesome.

My friends and I spent the entire party alternately flying down that trolley and stuffing our faces with chocolate cake. I got a Princess Jasmine doll and a Crystal Princess and just about passed out from all the happy.

I don't think I've had a birthday that topped that one.

Posted by: LaRhue at June 14, 2011 11:42 PM

Worst birthday has to be the one where my little sisters gave me chicken pox so the pool party got called off. I was not happy.

Eventually my parents caved and contacted the friends of my parents to check and see which of them had had chicken pox before so they could still come. It was a small party, but we still got to swim in the pool. So it wasn't too bad, but when your birthday is always just before christmas and most of your friends are on holidays or away visiting family, any chance to see them again is welcome.

Posted by: noo at June 14, 2011 11:53 PM

worst: my 16th, i invited all my school friends to the movies, even saved up the money to buy all of them movie tickets, popcorn and drinks.
0 turned up, then on monday, no one even made an effort to explain why they weren't there. it was a non-issue. to top it up, one of them was celebrating her 16th the same month, she made plans in school, invited a whole bunch of people, except me. after that party, everyone made abig deal about how good it was, and even showed me photos. the birthday girl even said to me, "there were so many people coming, i had to leave someone out." guess that person was me...

Posted by: V at June 15, 2011 2:15 AM

Come to think of it, I've had some real doozies (not to say that I don't wear my politics out in the open).

I was born the day Air France 1611 crashed off of Nice. I may well be the reincarnation of René Cogny. Bummer.

On my fifth birthday, Salvador Allende was assassinated in Santiago and Augusto Pinochet became the military dictator of Chile. Really not good.

Okay, a good birthday was my tenth, when Jimmy Carter dragged Sadat and Begin to Camp David to hammer out some peace between Egypt and Israel. Good for a little bit of Middle Eastern stability, and about the last fully good year I had personally.

My twentieth birthday? That would have been the St. Jean Bosco massacre in Port-au-Prince, when the Tonton Macoute tried to take out Jean-Bertrand Aristide for fomenting that ugly overthrow of the Duvalier regime in Haiti.

Hurricane Iniki? Put a total beatdown on Hawaii the day I turned 24.

As if there weren't enough destruction, Jessica Tandy died on my 26th birthday.

I hate birthdays. After 2001, I gave up.

Posted by: Jerry at June 15, 2011 4:12 AM

The day I turned 23, my favorite website Pajiba posted a piece on birthdays. I guess that's a pretty cool story. (My birthday is also on June 14th!)

Posted by: Sara at June 15, 2011 5:10 AM

My 15th birthday was both the worst and the best birthday so far:

I was in Barcelona on a schooltrip. We went to visit Camp Nou. (The largest football stadium in Europe and I wasn't really into football to begin with). I got separated from my class and teachers. I went into a complete state of panic because I didn´t speak spanish, couldn't reach anyone and the security guards were completely stoic. Eventough you're viewed as an adult at that age, all I wanted in that moment was my mother!

But then at night I had dinner with my best friends at a very good restaurant in Barcelona and a couple of the guys bought me roses. Suddenly the incident was forgotten and I was having the best time!

Posted by: CozMexo at June 15, 2011 7:00 AM

Happy belated birthday, Sara!

Posted by: Cindy at June 15, 2011 8:03 AM

Birthdays as an adult got much better than when I was a kid. I would wait to see if my Dad rememberer by birthday and called or sent a card. Sometimes he did, sometimes he did not. So there was always some melancholy.

The really shitty one came when I was 17. Admittedly I kind of did this to myself. I had finally gotten up the stones to ask out one of my good friends. I was making the leap to get out of the friend zone and much to my joy, she said "Yes". We made plans, and we settled on Friday, which was also my birthday. Something she knew but was fine with. All week long I was excited and nervous. Then, about 5:00 on Friday, she calls and cancels on me. Saying she had given it a lot of thought and preferred that we just stay "friends". I was crushed, devastasted, pissed, etc etc. And our friendship was never the same after that and we basically drifted apart. It's been 15 years since I've even talked to her.

So every birthday, no matter what I'm doing, that whole thing always crosses my mind at least once. And I'm thankful I don't have to be a teenager ever again.

Posted by: TylerDFC at June 15, 2011 8:16 AM

Worst one was my 18th. Me and my friends had this big party planned (I was the last one in the group to become an adult), and that morning I woke up all covered in a rash. Smallpox! My friends went on to the party without me, and even had the decency to call me once to tell me how great my party was and how much they missed me. This was before the mobile phone era, so they actually made an effort. Then, driving back home, they crashed against a tree and spent the rest of the night in the hospital. So I guess I was the lucky one. Best one was my 40th. I wanted to have a big party with everyone who was important to me. When the guest list went up to three digits I decided to go for a long weekend in Cancun with my husband instead. We hadn't had this much carefree, drunken fun since before the kids. It totally rekindled our romance, which was fine before that, but after 12 years of marriage it could use a little shine.

Posted by: Cuca at June 15, 2011 9:05 AM

I almost gave up on birthdays after 2 horrible ones in a row. 21st birthday, kids broke into my house and stole my purse off of the coffee table. My purse with my ID in it. I couldn't drink on my eagerly-awaited 21st birthday and I had to wait 2 days to get my license.

22nd was the doozy. I had just started dating this guy who I thought was "the one". My friend threw me a party and I brought him as my date. He asked to borrow my Mustang convertible to go kneeboarding with some friends. I let him take the car and he never returned (and, of course, my purse was in the car). When I did get the car back, I discovered he stole $1000 from my bank account/credit card (thank God for daily withdrawal limits) and there was blood in the car - from what we all assumed was a drug deal gone bad. I moved after that, and birthdays have gone much better since then.

Posted by: SugarKane at June 15, 2011 9:14 AM

I officially gave up on birthdays after my 40th. My brother had turned 40 six months before and my family organized a little party for him, with gifts (something we siblings don't usually do), and I baked a cake even though this brother and I have little to do with each other. It was all quite merry.

For my 40th, I chose the restaurant (a tradition). The brother for whom we had made merry a few months before did not come. Nor did my sister and her kids. My other brother (who is quite well off) complained about the price of the restaurant.

Fuck birthdays.

Posted by: Lee at June 15, 2011 9:30 AM

I'm 37 and have never had a birthday party. Guess that's why I didn't grow up to be an attention whore.

Posted by: Jesse at June 15, 2011 9:53 AM

Best birthday was this year, spent it in Dublin with my best friend. We both just turned 27, and our birthdays are only four days apart, so we decided to have a birthday adventure and celebrate by getting dressed up and pub crawling about the city!

Second best was my 25th, which was spent at a beach party with all of my awesome vet school friends. I think I should spend every birthday out of the US!

Posted by: thatsjesstastic at June 15, 2011 10:45 AM

Oh shit! I totally forgot, Michael Jackson died on my birthday 2 years ago. Felt sick all day.
I mean, that is nothing compared to the terror on these pages but the anniversary of his death means Michael Jackson music and videos all weekend long. I love it, but they only do it cuz he died.

Posted by: daria at June 15, 2011 10:54 AM

I've always said my best birthday gift was from my husband on my 21st birthday when he took me to our roommate's coworker's house to pick out a kitten from a new litter born about five weeks before. This morning, 15 years later, I cleaned up the most disgusting mess due to that cat, after I had already dealt with getting three grumpy kids off to school for the day and was running late for work. I can't believe we still have that damn cat.

Posted by: katy at June 15, 2011 3:23 PM

Best birthday? Probably a tie bewtween my 13th and 25th.
On my 13th, my dad bought tickets for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (Into the Great Wide Open tour) and took me and 5 of my friends to see the show. Great seats, still one of the best concerts I have ever seen.
On my 25th, my girlfriend (now wife) arranged for all my guy friends in NYC to come over on a Sunday afternoon to hang out and watch football. She put together a bunch of tasty football grub and beers, and then she took off with her friends. We got drunk, stoned and full all while relaxing, shit-talking and watching football. Tough to beat...

Posted by: DaddyMac at June 15, 2011 4:06 PM

Best one for me was 22. You know how in sitcoms they have an episode with the guy that's all "oh no, don't make a fuss about my birthday" but he really wants a fuss anyway? That was me but somewhere along the way I let my guard down and told a friend. Perhaps alcohol was involved. So on the night in question I'm invited to that friend's apartment where I expect a simple meal and maybe some cake. I walk into the living room, and "SURPRIIIIIIISE!" 25 of my friends are crammed in that little apartment, with gifts, a ton of food, decorations, all that stuff. And I had absolutely no idea it was going to happen.

Posted by: Craigilicious at June 15, 2011 6:29 PM

Talking about your birthday is like talking about Valentine's Day... that shit is ripe for disappointment. Think about it: we all have magical thinking about these days of the year, branding them "special" and set apart. Everyone is supposed to know and appreciate how sacred these days are.

But enough of the time shitty stuff happens, just like it does every other day of the year, but somehow it's worse, it's all kinds of worse, because on this day we were supposed to be happy. On THIS day, people were going to remember our specialness, make note of it and worship us accordingly.

We are all fools for love!

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Posted by: Matthew C. Kriner at July 7, 2011 10:21 PM

Those are yours alright! . We at least need to get these people stealing images to start blogging! They probably just did a image search and grabbed them. They look good though!

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