Yes, Christopher Columbus and I do share a wonderful holiday together. For a while I thought people took off from work just to celebrate my birthday and not Columbus's lame day. I had some high hopes for this weekend for a very long time since my birthday was on a saturday and I actually had some friends this year. Well... I was completely wrong.
In my mind I thought there would have been a parade, floats, and an elephant circus. But instead I got a bunch of nothing. Listen reader, I don't want to sound like a brat or a complainer, but being the least favorite of the family sucks when its time to "celebrate" your eighteen years of existence. I thought eighteen was a big birthday? Worthy enough for maybe something a little more than a Merrimack College mug and a visa gift card enough to buy a pack of skittles. I ended up buying myself a sweater from Marshalls for a good amount of money. MY OWN MONEY. But hey, that wasn't the worst part of my four day weekend.
Surprise! I hate surprise parties. Nothing says happy birthday than a bunch of wild hooligans screaming in your face. The party was sharked themed, so I can basically stop there and you can tell that that party was not planned by my girlfriend but from Satan. Okay, maybe that was mean, she put in a lot of effort and spent a ton of money on decorations, a pinata, and food. I'm the type of guy who is totally fine with a dinner at home and maybe a movie. You can say that i'm socially awkward, but surprise parties aren't my jam.
To top everything off on the carrot cake that I got from Fredrick's pastries that was so stupidly sweet that it could drive a bunch of dentists running for the hills, my mom didn't make my birthday dinner. ALL I WANTED WAS CHILI! Nope got leftover lasagna, salad, and bread. Chili would have made my weekend, but no it was lasagna. Don't get me wrong I like lasagna but chili was just a simple suggestion.
And yeah... that was my wonderful weekend! :) How was yours?
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