Though it is already a day planned with jam-packed fun and being catered to, I AM SO NOT looking forward to my recent 27th birthday. Ever since I turned 19, EVERY SINGLE ODD-NUMBERED BIRTHDAY of mine ended up turning into a complete disaster.
One year, I found out that my boyfriend of two years had been cheating on me - with several girls - for awhile on the day I had ALL FIVE FINALS in college, causing me to skip several entire pages on my French exam in favor of running out into the hall toward the bathroom to bawl.
Two years later, I organized a disastrous trip up to Canada for my 21st birthday (who celebrates their 21st birthday in a country where the drinking age is 19?) where we not only got lost and were forced to walk miles in high heels at night, but we were almost detained and not able to return to the United States because one girl thought it would be best to tell the border control police that we were in the country to go to a casino - and not the strip club we had been at - and none of our stories matched. This was after we didn't stay for very long at the male strip club where we went because several of the girls were either uncomfortable with being around "The Anaconda" (which I can attest truly lived up to its name) or couldn't afford the alcoholic drinks we were required to purchase to be in the club. Though I pretty much waited until I was 21 to drink, all I had on that birthday was a ridiculous overpriced, fruit smoothie that the bartender said had alcohol in it.
And the list goes on.
Please let this be the birthday in which this admittedly weird history does not repeat itself!
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I had a fun time celebrating your birthday. I hope you had a good time too. Hopefully we broke the spell. Mom
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