And the "It's my birthday!" pin goes back into my jewelry box for another year. In 1996, my first year in the the 'Burgh, Lara, a college friend (wonder where she is), gave me the pin, which came attached to a birthday card, for my birthday. I have worn it every birthday since. But the emphasis I have placed on my birthday has gone down over the last six or so years.
During the first few years at my current job, I would send out a staff-wide email, reminding everyone that my birthday was only one month a way. I stopped doing that probably in 2000 or 2001. Lynnie, a coworker, used to decorate my workspace with twinkling lights and other paraphernalia, but that stopped once our offices moved across a couple of rivers just before my birthday in 2002; now we put a simple "Happy Birthday" banner across each other's workspace.
For my years, I gathered friends for a birthday dinner at some restaurant in the area, but that too has fallen by the wayside. Most of my friends have kids, and there is just too much going on so close to the holiday. But the one tradition I have refused to surrender is my birthday lunch with coworkers at Mad Mex. Being on the Big Burrito Group mailing list, I am the recipient of a free entree at any of their restaurants, and I have always gone to Mad Mex. This past Tuesday, we did "linner" around 3 p.m., to accommodate a former coworker and her girlfriend. I really look forward to this event every year, and I am glad I can always find a handful of friends to continue the tradition.
Not wanting the celebration to last only one day, on my actual birthday, Brian, Jordan, and I went to one of those Japanese restaurants where they cook at your table. We had a really nice dinner, just the three of us. After we had ordered dessert, Brian took Jordan to the bathroom. A few minutes later, very loud techno music started pumping from the PA system and lights started flashing. I saw our server heading towards me with a large piece of cake with some flower petal-candle contraption that she kept trying to light, and I was left to suffer through this display alone. The one manager must have realized what was going on, and she proceeded to yell at our server in Japanese. Within a minute, Brian and Jordan came back, the pulsating music and blinking lights started again (did I mention the disco ball?!), and the yelling woman lit this crazy candle. Boy was I glad when that was over.
Sure, I might still be a little about my birthday, but, dear friends, to my credit, I am really good at remembering birthdays, so it is not just about me. Here is to my late 30s (which, at 37, I don't think I will hit until next year), a great Christmas, and peace on earth.
During the first few years at my current job, I would send out a staff-wide email, reminding everyone that my birthday was only one month a way. I stopped doing that probably in 2000 or 2001. Lynnie, a coworker, used to decorate my workspace with twinkling lights and other paraphernalia, but that stopped once our offices moved across a couple of rivers just before my birthday in 2002; now we put a simple "Happy Birthday" banner across each other's workspace.
For my years, I gathered friends for a birthday dinner at some restaurant in the area, but that too has fallen by the wayside. Most of my friends have kids, and there is just too much going on so close to the holiday. But the one tradition I have refused to surrender is my birthday lunch with coworkers at Mad Mex. Being on the Big Burrito Group mailing list, I am the recipient of a free entree at any of their restaurants, and I have always gone to Mad Mex. This past Tuesday, we did "linner" around 3 p.m., to accommodate a former coworker and her girlfriend. I really look forward to this event every year, and I am glad I can always find a handful of friends to continue the tradition.
Not wanting the celebration to last only one day, on my actual birthday, Brian, Jordan, and I went to one of those Japanese restaurants where they cook at your table. We had a really nice dinner, just the three of us. After we had ordered dessert, Brian took Jordan to the bathroom. A few minutes later, very loud techno music started pumping from the PA system and lights started flashing. I saw our server heading towards me with a large piece of cake with some flower petal-candle contraption that she kept trying to light, and I was left to suffer through this display alone. The one manager must have realized what was going on, and she proceeded to yell at our server in Japanese. Within a minute, Brian and Jordan came back, the pulsating music and blinking lights started again (did I mention the disco ball?!), and the yelling woman lit this crazy candle. Boy was I glad when that was over.
Sure, I might still be a little about my birthday, but, dear friends, to my credit, I am really good at remembering birthdays, so it is not just about me. Here is to my late 30s (which, at 37, I don't think I will hit until next year), a great Christmas, and peace on earth.
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Happy belated day. Just gettin' better, eh? Me too.