Birthdays were never a giant deal at my house growing up. Don't get me wrong, I always got a present, and cake, and got to pick what or where we ate. Oh, and whoever's big day it was ate from the coveted "You are special today" plate. Usually the big deal was I got to have TWO friends spend the night, which was unbelievable. So, maybe to some the Mustoe family birthdays had plenty of hoopla, but for us, it was fun, but not the biggest deal in the world.So now as an adult the birthday is a funny thing, particularly 24. At 18, you can vote and register for the draft. 21, you can buy booze and R-rated movie tickets for minors (Ah, the legal limits of youth ministry. I found this out when I took my Pastor's two sons to see "American Gangster. That was a poor decision on my part).Even at 25 my car insurance will drop, and I won't have to pay extra when I rent vehicles; so thats something to look forward to.
But 24? All this means is that I move from my early-20's to my mid-20's. I was a bit miffed as to what to do for the birthday as well. Dave and Busters? Dinner out? Sit around and watch Top Chef? (Oh wait, I can't, because you guys DELEATED them from the TiVo!!!!)
I just wish that having two friends spend the night was still enough to be a huge deal ya know? I was reminded of the first time I didn't go trick or treating, the year was 1998. For some reason that was a very formative night for me. Cause I thought "I'm growing up, and it blows".
But, there is plenty of birthday fun to be had. Once I stopped waddling in mid-20's misery I saw the bright side: I got some awesome cards from my co-workers, my Grandma signed her card "xoxo" aaawww, thanks Grandma, my woman is coming in town, and she lets me know last night that we got a hold of Feist tickets at the Pagent Saturday night, my actual birthday.
So, here's to boldly facing my mid-20's!
2 comments:
Yeah when I turned 25 it was like, "Agh, I am 1/4 of a century old! I'm getting OLD!
Well, as a member of Club 50 (plus), with over a half century of greatness, the milestones become more and more of a bother, except when they are spent with family or a few friends. My wonderful bride Marcy surprised me on my 50th, and I was honored that my friends came over. But the best part was the dinner with my sisters at Aya Sofia.
I was at a surprise party last night for a fried of Marcy's. She joined Club 50, and I don't know her all that well, but while there was joy when she saw what we did, there was also a sense of weariness.
Guess us boomers are more philosophical about aging. But as I have said on more than one occasion, it's not the getting older I mind -it's the aging.
May you enjoy your youth !
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