Birthday Blues

I've never enjoyed my birthday.

It's just never really been a big deal in my household.

I was born the same day as my Dad so our celebrations were always together.  Same cake, half with blue candles and half with pink.  Joint birthday "dinners" as I don't recall ever having a party of my own.

Then there was my 16th birthday were my family moved houses.  I woke up on the sofa and spent the day lugging furniture backwards and forwards towards the old and new house.

So when the dreaded date approached, I didn't think too much about it.  I didn't want a fuss.  I was scheduled to work and that was just fine.  

Charlotte however seemed to want to make my life hell, telling me about a surprise that she had planned for me.

That is my idea of my personal hell.  I hate surprises more than anything else. 

I don't like people making a fuss about me.  It leaves me so uneasy to think that people have spent time trying to do something for me. (Yay for having issues!) 

So the week leading up to the dreaded day wasn't so bad.

I was at a pub and a guy thought I looked 23 and when I told him how old I actually was, he claimed that I had great genes.

Not that age is an issue.  It's a fact that we all get older, so there is no point in it being a huge deal, but people saying that you look young is always a cheeky bonus.)

So as Saturday rolled around, I was at happily at work until I felt my phone starting to go crazy in my pocket.  And then I realised that it was officially my birthday at home.  

It's a strange feeling knowing that it's your birthday at home, but where you are is still the day before.

So the night before I had an early night, ready and dreading what the surprise could be the next day.

So work was fine.  My workmates sang me happy birthday a lot and then got me a card which everyone had signed.  

After work,  Charlotte and Lucy met me and surprised me with cards and cake.  They didn't want to tell me what we were doing but after seeing how un- enthusiastic I was about this surprise, Charlotte decided to give in.  We were going to Karaoke!

So we headed to so-ho, where we met up with Thom and Steph and chilled out in the park watching people play table tennis for a while.  We then headed for some food at Ed's Diner.

After that we, headed out for a wild night of singing cheesy music and jumping up and down making fools of ourselves.

Seeing as singing cheesy music in the living room is a regular thing in my household, this was the perfect thing to do for my birthday.  

Even though I hated the fact that it was a surprise, it all worked out well in the end.

So now I'm another year older.

I still hate surprises.

I still hate people making a fuss about me.

But this year will be a good year - I hope!

Aussie Out

xo