Happy Birthday 2 me

Dear Diary,

you know that one Simspson’s episode from their early season, the one with Michael Jackson?  Today I was reminded of the scene where it’s Lisa’s birthday and she’s at home crying at the kitchen table with Maggie.  I felt like her today.

Today was the day I spent with my friends to celebrate my birthday, which is technically tomorrow,  Tomorrow I’m spending time with my mom.  Today didn’t go as planned, and I guess it was a really bad day for most people.  I had invited people from work, friends, and posted a bulletin on MySpace.  Nobody said they were coming but I went anyway, in case they changed their minds/plans.  At first I was hopeful because my friend Jamie, who’s moving to California late April, would come with me, but she couldn’t go.  So here was the plan: Bowling, dinner, karoake in that order.  I went to Yorktown Lanes around 3:15m and bowled by myself for 2 hours.  I got in 9 games, with 143 being my best score.  I tell ‘ya, bowling is a lot more fun when you’ve got friends behind you.  I felt a sense of emptiness when I would get a strike and be so happy…just to turn around and see empty seats.  Looking around I saw all of these happy families and young people having fun, and wished I had that when I was younger.  Being a minority in public school with mainly white kids, I was the one who didn’t get chosen on baseball teams and projects and stuff.  I guess maybe I was quiet, maybe a loner…I don’t know.  The kids teased me and I never knew who to invite at my birthday parties.  My mother would just invite people she knew.

As I bowled I would occasionally look around near the door to see if maybe they were waiting and I missed them coming in.  I bet my right rist is going to be sore in the morning.  After I left the alley I went to the car, and looked at the cake my mother had made for me and my friends.  I just started crying, but then I thought they were the ones missing out on all the fun, so I wiped my eyes, started the car, and went to the next stop: Parmatown Mall’s TGIFriday’s.  Nobody showed up there either, but I did try Jack Daniel’s Pulled Pork sandwich, which was pretty good.  After dinner I walked through the mall, which I hardly go to.  I found a store called Eastern Arts with many figurines and I’m going to go back there later because I saw they had foil art & dragon figures.  I also went to Spencer Gifts, which is really risque for me and I can’t imagine why parents let their kids wander in there with all the sexual stuff in the back.

Last stop was The Jammin Java Place, which I love.  I got a bannana Italian soda, sang one song *Here I Am" by Bryan Adams, and then left because it started to snow bad.  Arriving home, I saw the uneaten cake and wondered what my mother was going to say.  So is this a sign of what my 27th year on Earth is going to start out like?  I hope not.  Suprisingly, I’m not mad at my friends.  Some emailed me saying they couldn’t make it, and they gave some ideas to make up for it.  For those that didn’t, I’m sure they had a good reason.

Happy Birthday to me…just 1 1/2 hours to being 26.