I didn't cry, cause I didn't want to. But throughout the night I was always aware that it was within my rights to turn into a heaping mess of tears. That is the true blessing of it being your birthday. The 'emotional time-bomb' you carry like a back-pac, that will detonate if the party goes under 50mph. (Speed-Party!)
But honestly, though I felt the weight of my nitroglycerin-alcohol fueled -emotional-get out of jail free card- on my back I had no desire to use it. There was no single instance throughout the evening where I wanted to detonate. And for that I must truly thank my friends. They drank with me, they danced with me, they followed me, they drove me home. Friends that judged me less because it was my birthday and because they know me very well and saw it coming. Friends who I don't know less and thus had very little to judge me byand thus reserved judgement. Friends who bought drinks, and friends who bought breakfast
Thinking of all these friends I am reminded of a song that accurately describes my feelings lyrically:
Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
your heart is true; you're a pal and a confidant
I'm not ashamed to say
I hope it always will stay this way
My hat is off, won't you stand up and take a bow
And if you threw a party
Invited everyone you knew
You would see, the biggest gift would be from me
and the card attached would say,
Thank you for being a friend!
Then I must thanks my family. Firstly for my parents for deciding to have me, and who admitted yesterday on the phone that their lives had changed extraordinarily, but in a good way, when I came into the world. Then for other various family members (Keri) for phoning and chatting and wishing me a happy birthday, and sharing stories of Jelly Rats, and dogs (Lori, Liam)
Then to all of my social-networking labeled friends, who wished me happy birthday. That was nice.