i think it was my 7th birthday when my mom asked me what kind of cake i wanted. i insisted that i wanted lemon filling. she asked me if i was sure; what if i didn’t like lemon filling? didn’t matter. i needed lemon filling.
and guess what? i didn’t like it!
in hindsight, i think that’s hilarious. but i guess it’s not my favorite birthday.
there was that one birthday when i was pushed around in a box. i think i still drank whiskey then.
or that time i made a few friends go bowling with me.
on my 21st birthday, i went to old chicago and drank killian’s. (incidentally, i’ve been working on the beer tour ever since then – only 18 more beers till my name is on the wall of foam! slowly but surely someday i’ll get ‘er done.)
or that birthday that my family gave me a gift certificate to adopt my first kitty! i waited another month and a half until i brought ellipses home.
taking a trip to san francisco just after my birthday that one time was pretty cool, too.
of course, last year i gave myself hawaii (with the cooperation of my friend, jen). that was one of the best ideas i’ve ever had, probably.
i can’t lie: my birthday is my favorite holiday. there have been a lot of good times on and around november 13th.