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!