For the last few years, my birthdays have tended to suck.
I've been sick, others have been sick, my car has blown up, hurricanes have blown through . . . There's been a little bit of everything.
I know. A birthday is just any other day. But I've always been quite partial to mine. It's the one day that even complete strangers will give me a smile and a kind word.
And it's an excuse to party!
Most people you ask will say their last great birthday was their twenty-first. Mine was lame. It was on a Sunday and none of my friends were old enough to go to the bars with me. Boo!
So my last great birthday was my twentieth.
I turned the big two-zero on a Saturday after just getting settled into my apartment. I had tickets to the Jayhawk Music Fest and friends were visiting from out of town.
So of course, we had a party. Old friends, new friends all mingled in a beautiful mix.
I mean, can't you tell from the picture that it was a blast?
It really was. We even locked ourselves in the bathroom for awhile.
It sounds weird, but that's how I roll. And I had an awesome time.
Until I found out Catie and Jen had eaten my Gumby's pepperoni rolls.