They add up. One minute you're celebrating your Sweet Sixteenth and the next you can barely remember that far back. And though many birthdays were just flat-out forgettable, some were pretty awesome:
Like my 8th birthday when I had a party at my house, and we played Bingo with M&M's, and someone gave me some "Electric Youth" perfume by Debbie Gibson. So rad!
20th birthday where me, my sister and my best friend went to Rosarito, Mexico for some lobster, cheap shopping, and maybe a little dancing. (I lived in San Diego at the time, so it wasn't a big deal). Three single young girls, what could go wrong? We got pulled over by some Federales, forced to exit our vehicle, and directed to stand still on the side of the abandoned highway while the men with machine guns searched our car. Not so rad!
And how could I forget my 27th birthday when I was informed to start prepping for my emergency C-Section the following day? Awwwww...some!
***I'm going to do everyone a solid and not show any pictures of this event. You're welcome.***
And of course there's this years birthday (no, I'm not telling you how old I am!) where me, my sister and other best friend went out to dinner and a show--Michael Jackon's One by Cirque du Soleil. I bought myself some shiny pleather stretchy pants and a Michael Jackson-esque jacket and made some memories. Yes, some of them might have been embarrassing ones. And no, I was not drinking.
So whether your birthdays are 80's rad, life-threateningly scary, or borderline inappropriate, they happen. Every. Single. Year.
What's your most memorable B-day?