Day 18: Your Favorite Birthday

Posts in this series
  1. Day 1: Introduce Yourself
  2. Day 2: Your First Love
  3. Day 3: Your Parents
  4. Day 4: Your Music
  5. Day 5: Your Definition of Love
  6. Day 6: Your Hobbies
  7. Day 7: Your Best Friend
  8. Day 8: A Precious Item
  9. Day 9: Your Beliefs
  10. Day 10: What You Wore Today
  11. Day 11: Your Siblings
  12. Day 12: What's in Your Bag?
  13. Day 13: Your Mode of Transportation
  14. Day 14: Where You Live
  15. Day 15: Your Childhood
  16. Day 16: Your First Kiss
  17. Day 17: Your Favorite Memory
  18. Day 18: Your Favorite Birthday
  19. Day 19: Something You Regret
  20. Day 20: Your Morning Routine
  21. Day 21: Your Job and/or Schooling
  22. Day 22: Something That Upsets You
  23. Day 23: Something That Makes You Feel Better
  24. Day 24: Something That Makes You Cry
  25. Day 25: Your Sleeping Habits
  26. Day 26: Your Fears
  27. Day 27: Your Favorite Place
  28. Day 28: Something That You Miss
  29. Day 29: Your Favorite Foods/Drinks
  30. Day 30: Your Aspirations

I don’t know that I have a favorite birthday. Being a near-Christmas baby, my birthdays were never really cause for much celebration. I frequently got the “here’s your birthday/Xmas gift” and in one case, my 16th birthday, it was forgotten until the next day. Yes, that sounds like a bad 80’s movie with Molly Ringwald, but it wasn’t a huge existential crisis for me or anything. My birthday is just, well, a birthday.

Here’s a couple of memorable ones, that I figured out by trolling through old blog entries:

2005: Working at XATA. When asked if they should sing me “Happy Birthday”, I told the rest of the Project Management team to “shut the fuck up” — they sang “Shut the Fuck Up to You.” Hilarious. During lunch, we went to ProKart in Burnsville. While racing, I accidentally t-boned one slightly-annoying co-worker and sent him flying out of his cart.

2007: My birthday celebration was at Liquor Lyle’s the day before. Kate stopped by while I was already sloppy drunk. While she did have to see me drunk and I had a horrible hangover the next day, I did get to spend about eight months messing with her, because she thought my birthday was on the 21st.