Let's talk about birthdays.
As many of you who read this blog know, I grew up as one of Jehovah's Witnesses. I didn't celebrate any holidays, including birthdays. I was actually df'd right around my 26th birthday, and in the middle of breaking up with my husband. It was rather chaotic, to say the least. Oh, and I started cosmetology school around that time, too. Busy.
So, my first birthday that I actually celebrated was my 27th. And it was on the 27th. So it was my Golden Birthday. Cool first birthday, huh!
This was my present to myself that first birthday:Now, my first/27th birthday happened to fall on a Tuesday. I went to school Tuesday through Saturday, and worked Tuesdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. So not only did I have school on my birthday, I had to work, too!
Now, I worked at a place called the
Anyway, I showed up about two hours late for school the next day, still a bit hung over. They knew it was my birthday, so they just laughed at me. Bastards.
That night, I only had to work until 10pm. It was the only night I worked that I didn't close, so I hadn't bothered getting off work. Some of my regular customers (who were kinda cute, too, I really should have hooked up with one of them) knew it was my birthday, so they told me they would buy me a drink after I got off. (I'm cool with free alcohol, aren't you?) So after I clocked out, I went to my friend Kristina's house to change clothes. While I was there, she got roped into coming in and closing the kitchen. (She worked there too, that's how we met.) So she drives us back over to the Fox, and I went and hung out with my regulars.
Kris made me a sandwich since I hadn't really eaten. She even brought it out to me. She came back 10 minutes later and I was literally falling off of my chair!
ONE drink, people, ONE drink! FALLING OFF OF THE CHAIR.
Mind you, it was a drink called Three Kings, but still, ONE drink! Okay, so Three Kings is a shot of Johnny Walker, a shot of Jack Daniels, and a shot of Jim Beam, so it's equal to THREE shots, but, damn. Falling off the chair!
Then some of the guys I worked with bought me two more shots. I believe Jeremy had to drive me back to Kristina's house that night. And I showed up late for school the next day, too. Again. And they laughed at me, again. Bastards.
I loved that birthday. It was great.
The following Halloween, I met my future (current) husband (which is anther story I need to write), and for my 28th birthday he gave me a pair of emerald earrings that I still wear to this day. That was a good birthday, too, of course, but not nearly as memorable as my first!
Now, Keith and I usually just go out for steak on my birthday. Last year fell through due to lack of a babysitter, that kinda sucked. But next year? Oh yeah, we're going out! We are NOT repeating what happened on our last anniversary, either!