Birthday RecapWednesday, October 15, 2014
I just realized how self-absorbed it is to be like, "I'm going to recap my birthday for you all because my life is sooooooooooooooooo interesting and I'm sure people are dying to know what I did for my birthday. My birthday, you know that thing that everyone has and really isn't that big of a deal?"
But I think of my blog this way: In the future when we're zooming around in flying cards and the entire internet is available in a single contact lens that allows you to check Facebook every time you blink, I want to read through these posts and remember some of the smaller details that slipped through the cracks of time. Sure, I'll always remember that I had a 29th birthday, but I want to make sure I remember that people went out of their way to make it special.
My 29th birthday began with Clayton pretending like he forgot it was my birthday. He came into the bathroom and kissed me good morning, then quickly walked out. I began aggressively brushing my teeth in attempt to mask my rage, but then he burst back into the bathroom and started tickling me and singing happy birthday.
At 7:50 a.m. on the dot, my mom called to remind me that at that moment exactly 29 years ago, I emerged from her womb. To this day, this is still my favorite birthday tradition.
After work, I hit the trail for some birthday speedwork. I kept referring to the workout as "birthday speedwork" in hopes it would make it more fun, but it didn't. And it started raining. Being an October baby has blessed me several rainy birthdays.
But I ran one of my miles in 7 minutes and 19 seconds without realizing it. So that's pretty rad.
After my workout, I rewarded myself for both running and turning 29 with pizza. All I requested for my birthday was pizza, a movie and a yummy cake.
Clayton ordered me a cake from Rainbow Bakery, a local bakery that makes all gluten-free and vegan desserts. We happened upon it randomly and I was halfway through an amazing spiced chai cupcake before I realized what I was eating didn't contain a trace of dairy. After perusing their online menu, I planted a seed that I was interested in their Strawberries and Champagne cake.
And that's what I got!
Let me read this cake description to you. *pulls out bifocals* Ahem:
"champagne cake filled with champagne-soaked strawberries, with boozy vanilla frosting & strawberry garnish"
This is literally a combination of my two favorite things: Champagne and cake. Just throw a puppy on there as a cake topper and I'd likely explode because my brain couldn't process what was happening.
I was also blessed enough to receive another of my favorite holiday/special happenings traditions:
A homemade birthday card from my big seester, Ashley. Girlfriend seriously needs to open her own Etsy shop because she could easily make money from her handmade cards. I'm sad that I didn't inherit the crafty gene, but I'm glad one of us did!
My in-law's also stopped by to wish me Happy Birthday and shower me with puppy cards, which is always nice. :)
Before I went to bed that evening, I decided I wanted to watch The Fault in Our Stars as my birthday movie ... and came to the immediate conclusion that The Fault in Our Stars is a terrible movie to watch on your birthday. Clayton sat through the movie unmoved because he has a heart of stone, whereas I had to sit up on the couch and elevate my head because I couldn't breathe from choking on my own tears and snot.
I read the book. I knew how it was going to end and I know that I have terrible coping skills, yet ... I watched it anyway.
I knew I should have gone with my gut and watched American Horror Story instead. Would have made it way easier to fall asleep.
What's up, 29? Let's make it an awesome year.