We're gonna party like it's your birthday..

This line of questioning was proposed by [info]tormenta.

From the altfriday5:

1. Which is the best birthday you've ever had? Why?

Probably one of the ones in my childhood, with the parties, cake and toys. Can't think of a particular one. Can't really remember any to be honest.

2. Which is the worst birthday you've ever had? Why?

In Australia, separated from family by half a planet, wanting to break up with the guy I was living with, projects due at school with no hope of finishing them on time, and gained so much weight since the move that I split the skirt I had planned to wear to dinner when I crouched down to pick something up. At least that happened BEFORE I left the house and got to the restaurant. The whole month was bad really, the birthday just happened to be in it.

3. What do you expect to have happen on a typical birthday? (i.e., you expect to get presents, you expect people to wish you a happy birthday, you expect to have a party, etc.) How do you feel if these expectations are not met?

I expect to get fed and not have to cook the dinner myself. Other than that, I am pretty indifferent. It's just a day like any other. As a child it was all about the presents, the cake, and another year to add to the roster. As an adult, I neither anticipate nor dread its coming. I have the power to just buy the things I really want for myself, and I don't need a special day to justify it. Age is just a number, it has no relevance any more (I am as old or as young as I look, dress and act, the number doesn't change that, time is gradual, you don't acquire the whole year's worth of "age" on a single day). I look forward to the dinner out, I always get that, thus the expectations are never going to go unmet.

4. How did your family celebrate your birthday when you were a child?

The usual. Party, cake, candles, pressies. Nothing unusual.

5. You have infinite amounts of all resources. Describe your ideal birthday.

I'd be on vacation in the carribbean or anywhere tropical really. I'd want my dogs with me, playing on the beach. I'd want an endless supply of perfect drinks. I'd want lobster or crab legs for dinner. I'd want everyone I love to be able to experience the same pleasure, but not to have to dote on me. They can come to paradise, but they don't owe me their time. They can pop in and say hello if they want, but I really just want them to enjoy themselves doing whatever makes them happy. It's really not about me. If I want to command your attention, I'll get it myself, I don't need a calendar to enforce it.

Shitsplosion

This is what I came home to last night. There is no better word to describe it (and I'm testing to see if the spell checker looks at the subject line, since last I checked, "shitsplosion" wasn't word, no matter how perfect it may be to describe this situation - addendum, no, it does not check the subject line).

We went to the Jade Empire launch party. It was ho hum. The food was mediocre (the sushi was downright bad - I hate bad sushi), the entertainment was amateur (local Chinese clubs as usual when you have one of these asian-inspired theme things). There were "psychics" there doing tea leaf readings. My reading had me starting up a brave new adventure that I'm going to enjoy - well, it won't be CASB, that's for sure. She pegged that we were going through financial difficulties and it would take a while to come out of it (I'm newly graduated student aged - um, duh). She thinks I will get pregnant and buy a house in the next few months - bwahahahahaha! We left later than I would have liked because once I was in line for the stupid tea leaf reading I wanted it done, and it took FOREVER.

( lj-cut for the weak of heart and stomach )