F*** Your Birthday Becca
Can I just say that this is the best birthday cake on this planet?
I kept my birthday to myself, but alas, they always discover.
Thank you to everyone who wished me well. It was nice to be able to talk to people on the phone. My phone actually died it was so exhausted. I realized that being a person with so many long-distance relationships, birthdays are a day to force people to stay on the phone as long as you want them to and to listen to you ramble about your ear wax issues.
The time leading up to my birthday is always the same, I never want to say anything or do anything. But, on the day, I am always reminded of how special that day really is and how special one feels.
The night leading into my birthday was a full moon. I was lucky enough to enjoy it with friends with a child-sized inter-tube around my waist and a sweet one-piece I found in a box. I felt so lucky to be alive and where I was. Me and Kaeleen sat in the hot tub for hours, talking about life and the fear of death. We talked about pure love and spirits and being able to say goodbye. I feel most lucky to have such a pure and perfect soul as a friend. I could write a love ballad right now, but i'll spare you.
It was Kay's coworker Ben's birthday. I didn't want to show up to his party on his special day and be like, "Oh hey, me too!" I hadn't said anything to anyone, so I figured no one knew. Half way through the night, Kaeleen whipsers, "I know it's your birthday." and then Taylor yells, "Happy Birthday, Becca!" The secret was out. It was officially a joint celebration.
On my actual birthday, I came home late to the apartment where Trey and Kay live and where me and Taylor are both staying. They were all lethargic and draped over furniture, watching something on PBS. We talked for a bit about the day and then Kay comes out of the kitchen with a cupcake cake, singing "happy birthday". My plans for no celebration were thwarted. The cake was hilarious (f*** our birthday Becca) and there was also a present and card. It was a really sweet (and hilarious) gesture by all of them. Apparently they tried to have the full word on the cake, but the baker refused.
Ultimately, I didn't want to do anything different for my birthday, because every day is a gift to me. I find myself happy doing what i'm already doing, so why change that?
But, I guess, what I realize now, is that you don't have to do anything. You don't even have to tell anyone. The day is still special and they will eventually find out and give you an embarrassing cake anyway, so you might as well tell them.