Birthday Goodness

It used to be that my birthday was one day and it ended with cake and candles and that was the end of that. This year, not the case.

Of course, I am coming off of a couple of years of...awkward birthdays wherein something went horribly awry:

2006: Went up to visit old friends where there was just a lot of other drama going on and the overall craziness of emotional baggage came out. That and we saw the MOST emo band on the face of the earth. No one but Motion City Soundtrack would stop a performance to make sure that the crowd was ok and to "rock, but be safe!" God, they were super whiny.

2005: Pulled an all-nighter to finish my thesis and ended up crying on the phone at the Chameleon who "forgot" my birthday. By "forgot" I mean that he forgot to say happy birthday but had called to wish be a happy birthday but got distracted when he realized he woke me up about 5 minutes after I decided I would pass out.

2004: Turned 21 and decided to get "too drunk to remember my own middle name." This was more or less accomplished. Also, part of the motivation for getting that drunk was to avoid social awkwardness.

2003: My birthday got somewhat pushed back to the end of the semester because there was too much going on with directing and producing and school overall. Very anti-climatic day. Spent it with the Pippin Cast and ended up sitting on the floor of some girl's dormroom (who I hadn't previously met) watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

2002: Decent day, very small celebration, but my family forgot to call me until about 9pm. Awesome, since it was my first birthday away from home.

2001: Nearly all of my friends were away on a church retreat thing just before my birthday and came back all "woo-hoo, we love each other and are so close emotionally and you weren't there so you weren't in on it at all."

2000: Had my birthday on a choir trip on the day we were being judged. My friends threw me a surprise party as I was walking out of the shower and I nearly flashed everyone in my room. That's all that needs to be said there.

This year, however, it seemed to be a week-long celebration for some reason. This was not my doing, I swear. In fact, my plan was to go out Saturday night and just have a decent time since my birthday was Sunday and call it a day. Instead, things went down a bit more like this:

Friday night the Chameleon took me out to dinner and we had rainbow cake/napoleon dessert.

Saturday I went to the Secret Angster's bridal party, went out to dinner with the parents, then hung out with a decently group of people:
Ms. J. Crew
Miss Yankee
The Equestrian
The Almost-New Guy
Mr. *heart*
Mr. *heart*'s girlfriend
The Hippie
Mr. Mac
The Architect
The Pirate

Sunday was a continuation of craziness because we went to The Architect's parents' house for his moving party wherein people there sang me happy birthday. A little weird since it was supposed to be a goodbye party and I felt bad taking away any attention.

A birthday weekend just seems a bit too long...