birthdays are often bittersweet. aging isn’t always a party. during our youth, we couldn’t wait to invite people over, show off our gifts, share our sweet tooth and have an overall celebration in honor of ourselves (and our mothers). as we get older, these celebrations tend to take place less often and they are sometimes not at all. for some, birthdays are a reminder of age. perhaps an age that they don’t want to be. an age they don’t want to turn. and for some, no matter what the age bracket may be, we celebrate it and we do it out loud. i am one such person.
for me, birthdays are like personal “key to the city” days. where i am honored and cherished. adored by all. main streets through town are closed for a parade. children are kept home from school and everyone eats free at the local cafe. i am the queen, it is my day and i do everything shy of wearing a floor length ball gown, diamond studded tiara and carry a magic wand. i love my birthday today, just as i have all of the years before. age ain’t nothin’ but a number for me and i don’t even care what the number is.
this year, my birthday lands on a tuesday. i know, right? even typing “on a tuesday” has a definite sense of “let down” to it. this is hilarious. in my world, february eighth (um, my birthday) is a national holiday. there’s no school, no work, no mail and no banks. bills aren’t due, fat and calories are free and everyone is allowed a second piece of cake (to celebrate with me, no matter where they are). normally, i want to shout it out. radio air time, billboards, bus stops and skywriters. but this year? .. this year it lands on a tuesday. who shouts out “my birthday is on tuesday”? try it. i bet you’ll hear crickets, a brief silence and then an very distinct “ooooh” as if you’d said “i got a mosquito bite on my eyelid”. both statements hold about the same amount of enthusiasm.
there seems to be an unspoken rule where birthdays are concerned. naturally, any and all parties worth their weight in after-party guilt would fall on a friday or saturday. where birthdays are concerned, the after-party guilt is welcomed, before the weekend, and even at the end of the weekend, when the laundry should be the task at hand. mondays are even popular for celebrating employee birthdays or perhaps sharing birthday coffee or birthday lunch with the “birthday haver” of the weekend before.
where does that leave tuesday and wednesday in the birthday having rotation? out in the cold, i tell ya! out. in. the. cold. even wednesday can become a birthday party a-lister when the party is due to start early. especially since wednesday is affectionately known as “hump day”. and that’s just short for “the weekend is on the horizon”. if your birthday falls on wednesday you can celebrate the weekend after and be as popular as the friday birthdays, provided you leave early and get to where you’re going before the real friday birthdays crash the scene.
but tuesday? poor tuesday. tuesday is the birthday outcast. as the second day of the week it screams “show me your productivity” not “where are we going tonight?” when you share with others that your birthday “is on tuesday”, you’ll get one of two responses. it will either be an astoundingly soft and monotone “ooooh” or my personal favorite “well, what day does it fall on next year?” as if to say that your birthday this year is kinda watered down. it may as well have already past. you’ll be granted a birthday, in concentrate, next time around.
this year i plan to party big. and naturally, with my birthday landing on a tuesday i felt the need to overcompensate with a weekend in las vegas. per birthday party etiquette, i will celebrate the weekend before so as not to confuse my watered down birthday with those full fledged “i’m having a birthday, on a friday, and i’m in vegas, oh yeah, what happens here stays here” folk. i was tempted to go all out and buy myself a tiara and a wand, to take my birthday vision to the next level (hmmm, it’s still possible). however, i am certain that if i shout my mouth off about having a birthday, i will undoubtedly be asked “when is it?! is it today?!” upon which time i will reply, sadly and with certain audible disappointment, “nooo, it’s on tuuuuesday”.
i said this in passing conversation the other night and my friend and i got such a laugh. i can picture the tfss-birthdays (that’s thursday/friday/saturday/sunday birthdays) doing an about-face and walking away with attitude, bashing me and my watered down tuesday-birthday. similar to the way the bachelor party passes the bachelorettes but are quickly denied the checking off of their “kiss a total stranger” scavenger hunt list. i asked “do you think i should say anything or just keep my birthday to myself?” he said “keep it to yourself unless you want sympathy”. we both chuckled.
so, my birthday is on a tuesday. and i’m going to celebrate in las vegas like it’s the last friday of the last month of all time. i’m going to shout it from the rooftops, taxis and elevator cabs. tuesday or not, i’m going to celebrate and tohellifidonttry to party like a rock star! i’m going to party like it’s 1999. i am going to have a party in my name, and the rest of las vegas just might get invited. and when my beloved birthday minions inquire about the actual day of my glorious birth, it will be no secret that it was “on friday”, of course. 😉