To some, birthdays are beasts we hide from. To others, they are lovers we see too rarely. Me? I’m pretty much conflicted by birthdays. I used to ignore them — others’ as well as mine. I’m still floored by people who are brazen about birthdays and frivolous about celebrating. Maybe I’m just worried it’d be a party no one would come to.
Yes, birthdays are personal.
My short history with Martina started on the rocky side. Lots of positive energy and high hopes of a fun weekend for all but due to a nasty brain fart on my end, Martina’s birthday weekend at the bnb (oh, so much anticipation) evaporated from the schedule. My screw-up. Ugh. Eventually, I found a way to get Martina, her mom and her SO into two rooms for just the one night. Her birthday night. And it was a winner. The crew wined, dined, laughed it up, even had a cake and candles. The whole nine yards. And there was hot tubbing after to boot!
By the looks of that smile, squeezing a weekend’s worth of activity into a single night was worth the effort.