All day long on Friday I kept getting well wishes from friends and family and co-workers, who would then ask: Have you got any exciting birthday plans over the weekend?
After hearing myself repeat the same answer over and over ("No, not really. I was going to go to a cardmaking workshop but it got cancelled. It's going to be a quiet weekend: we're ordering some Chinese food, maybe watching a movie."), it seemed to get more and more pathetic with each repetition. What is wrong with me? Why aren't I partying it up? HOW LAME AM I?
Then it dawned on me why I wasn't feeling the need to go paint the town red.
Five weeks ago, I was watching Cirque du Soleil's Kooza in Vancouver.
Four weeks ago, I was attending Lady Gaga's sold-out Monster Ball, again in Vancouver.
Three weeks ago, I was hosting my sister and nephews for the Grand Playground Tour of 2010.
Two weeks ago, I was on an incredible trip with Chris, including the PNE, whitewater rafting, and many other adventures.
One week ago, I was hosting an uproariously amusing Zombie Survivor Party where I forced my friends to complete all kinds of ridiculous challenges for my amusement and the promise of shiny certificates.
So yeah. For my birthday weekend, I hung out, ordered some Chinese food, and watched a movie. Mostly while sitting on a very comfortable couch. And it was not lame at all.
Sounds like my kind of night! Although, something tells me I should live it up this year. 30 is upon me :)
Honestly, it sounds completely heavenly to me. I want a that weekend.
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