So, my birthday is coming up this weekend, and I am not expecting too much out of it. I've had only two actual birthday parties in my entire life, both when I was a kid. The first one I remember was from just before I started school, about four or five. It was technically just relatives, mostly adults, a few kids most older than me. I got my only Lego set that year. One of the older kids built it for me, but the instructions were thrown away. This meant that I could never recreate the build if I ever took it apart. I did, and the space lander or whatever was never the same. While I love building stuff, memos never got me any Lego or any other sort of building set. I asked once, but I was near the upper limit of the age range by then. The other party I had was in sixth grade. I was planning on something grand, but things got out of hand. I left to pick up my weekly comic books at the Osborne drugstore just as the guests started to arrive, with some friends of theirs that I probably shouldn't had included. By the time I got back, there was no way I could control the chaos. I had invited my three closest friends to the party. My best one declined. A second one left after a short time because he felt uncomfortable. This left my most boring friend. Fortunately, I also invited his younger brother, who was a little quiet but much cooler in my opinion. As evidence, that brother is now a Border Patrol agent. Every other birthday when a was a kid happened in the middle of either a snow event, a flu event, or some combination of the two, preventing any school-connected party from happening. I almost had something in high school. There was a girls' basketball game where I would be playing with the band. The game got called off at the last minute, so I was stuck there while my mom was part of a band boosters meeting with other parents. At least it was a mild night standing outside. Not that not having a party was good either. One Sunday birthday, I stared out the window watching chipmunks play in the snow for an hour, while waiting for the gifts and cake later that afternoon. Another time, I had my mom hide my gifts around the house for me to find in a treasure hunt. One of my gifts that year was a book on etiquette. Ugh. Seventh or eighth grade I think. College wasn't any better. My birthday fell on the weekend the first two years, so I couldn't contact the few people I still knew for anything. For my last two years, I had no one to talk to so nothing then either. At least I was at school. I may have stolen away to pick up comic books one of those years, even though my mom didn't like it when I did that. Nothing since, due to the fact I had no one to throw a party with. Not even coworkers, as my one short stint as an employee occurred during the summer. One thing I used to do was take a shopping trip close to the date. In the late 90s, I got some great hauls. For the last few decades, I've had to move the trip to late February or early March to avoid the snow and cold, since I travel greater distances than what I used to. My usual tradition is to get a small slice of cake, two or three servings, and prepare one of my favorite meals. Unfortunately, my birthday is on Sunday, and I am not planning on going out that day. I don't know if I should get it early or late. Also, I was planning on going out to renew my license that Monday, meaning I really shouldn't eat some of my more "interesting" meals that could cause me a few "problems" if you know what I mean. But then, there are snow showers possible Monday morning, or maybe rain. No one is agreeing yet. This means that most of my plans for my birthday might have to be delayed as I have to schedule not only the renewal, but a book delivery that might be delayed anyway. One with some books I have been wanting. This looks like it will be another dull birthday, one where I can't seem catch a break.
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