We started the day off at my stepmom's brother's farm, in preparation for my father's Suprise 60th Birthday party. Yep, you guessed right, I'm born on my father's birthday.
It turned out better than I thought that it was going to. My godparents were there, and they wished me a happy birthday, and made everyone else feel bad for forgetting.
I didn't really mind that they forgot, though. It was my dad's day, after all. But I have to say, the best part of the party was the ride to and from the farm with Coffeequeen. We spent the ride listening to some fabulous music and singing at the top of our lungs. CQ has been my rock during my life. I honestly don't think I'd be able to survive without her.
After the party we went to dinner with friends and family at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Lovely retaurant with lovely food and lovely ambience. My friend gave in and came to dinner, and because I couldn't stand the hurt look on his girlfriend's face the night before, I had invited her too. And her company was enjoyable. Actually, as a person, I really think she's lovely.
Dinner was enjoyable, and I loved the company. Unfortunately, I had a major headache from the farm, and I needed to take my migraine meds. So, I was a little out of it, and I didn't eat very much. And, of course, my uncle Sheldon convinced the wait staff to be extra embarassing when they sang to me.
The best part of the evening, by far, had to be when Eddy convinced us to go out for a drink rather than going home. I wasn't sure, though. The best friend doesn't really like the bar, his girlfriend isn't very talkative, and I didn't see the evening being all that fun. But Eddy persuaded us, and we went to the King's Head.
I swear that the Goddess had been shining down on Eddy and telling him to take us there. For we were in the door not one second when Eddy and I were tackled by my surrogate little sister Kassy.
Some of you might remember me talking about Kassy when I was living with the lameii, because she lived with us for a couple of months right before Christmas of 2002. I love her to death, and when I look for what good could have possibly come from all that misery, it's Kassy.
She'd moved out of town, back to Morden to live with her mom. I rarely get to see her now. But she had come in for my birthday. Calling my cell phone was an excercise in futility for her, as it has bit the bucket. The King's Head, however, is our traditional hang out, so she went there in the hopes that I'd show up. And I did!
I am very glad that I did, too. The others did not look like they enjoyed themselves at all. I could have taken a cab home, but the best wouldn't hear of it. They said that they were having fun, but I still had a terribly guilty feeling that I should be going home because they weren't having fun. But it was my birthday, so for once I decided to put myself first.
All in all, it turned out to be a pretty ok birthday.
Posted by Arieanna at 10:27 AM
