Another year of life . . . another reason to be grateful.
I’m not, generally, a big birthday person. I don’t proclaim that I’ll be celebrating each day of my birthday month. Although I love, love, love gifts, I’m not the type to be fussy if I don’t get them or don’t get nice ones.
When it comes to milestone birthdays, however, I might do a little sumpthin’. For my golden birthday (my 11th) my mom got me a limousine for my friends to hang out. My 16th birthday was a business venture for me; I had a big birthday party at the convention center of my home town. I got a small loan from my parents, hired the hottest DJ in the city at the time, and charged other teenagers to get in. I paid my parents back in cash the night of the party and pocketed my profits.
My 21st birthday was fairly low-key; my college roommate and I went to Benihana for dinner. My 30th – also uneventful – so uneventful that I cannot recall what was done (that’s a shame). My 40th birthday was a different story. Twenty-one friends and family members celebrated with me in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. For my 40th, I was dating a man who was financially well-off, so I didn’t have to concern myself with the cost. In fact, for two of my prior birthdays, he took me out of the country. Being in another land is always my preference at this time of the year. I’d like my 45th birthday to be another overseas extravaganza, but we’ll have to see how that goes.
Whether my international soiree occurs for my 45th birthday will likely depend on where I am in my debt free journey and where I am romantically. So, like I said, I’m not someone who always makes a big deal out of my birthday, but I might do a little somethin’.
This year, my mom’s taking me to my favorite restaurant for dinner (remember the one that serves the amazing octopus?). Jameson is taking me to a mystery “activity” at the end of the week. I love surprises, so I’m all the way down with dealing with the unexpected. The Bulldozer got us a 2 bedroom/4 bathroom suite with concierge at the Aria for our Vegas trip; he said that the dope suite is part of my birthday present. I’ll take it. My homegirl paid for my ticket to a concert that she, myself and another college friend of ours will be attending in March.
Other than that, I expect to hear from friends and family via text, Facebook, or call throughout the day. Whatever happens, I’ll be happy.
If you’re a fellow Sagittarius, enjoy your birthday this month! Let’s celebrate another year of lives! Xoxoxo