Thirtieth

Birthdays. I feel that, amoungst my friends, I'm the one who gets most excited and look forward the most to a birthday. I love birthdays, for what should be an obvious reason, because it's a chance to celebrate a friend. If you wanted to go for the smallest reason for why you could/should celebrate a birthday, it's a chance to party on a day that you wouldn't otherwise.

The reasons I like birthdays are: getting friends together to celebrate another friend, a chance to have some fun, making a card, and the cake. I kinda hesitate on the cake bit, just because too many people cop-out and get old and boring. Not that the cake is old, but that the idea of a plain cake is old. Now I know that we're getting old and plain cake is the way to go, but some of the birthday cakes that I've seen made are quite the work of art.

The best birthdays are when you can get everyone that person knows, together and it's a surprise. I've always wanted a surprise birthday party but have never got one. Sigh. The biggest problem with surprise birthdays is that it has to be well planned, organized and with lots of people, especially now that we're in our twenties and everyone has a job, can be a bit difficult. But it gets really good when you're just able to pull everything off and when the person get home... oh man, they didn't see this coming!

Or maybe the best is when everything is coming along smoothly, you take the person out for whatever reason, everyone else gets together at someone's house, the plan is working great but some how the person found out about or suspects a surprise birthday but they don't tell you that they know. And then they pull something unexpected like going in through the back door instead of the front door and pops a paper bag behind everyone waiting for them. Oh man, if I were ever to have that kind of opertunity, I'd get you all.

Or maybe they know about the party and then they fake a sickness or that they found out that grandma died and they're really not in the mood for the part and it kills the moment, but only the moment because at the last minute they um... enjoy the party. Zing! Talk about an emotional rollercoaster.

Alright, so until next time: recycle your Christmas trees. Have a gooder.