I've always been a little ambivalent about birthday celebrations. You know, the whole extra pressure of "Please come. And you really have to, because it's my birthday." It's just awkward, so that the enjoyment of the day is tinged with flavors of guilt and manipulation, to be dramatic about it.
Up to now, my favorite birthday was 3 friends making me chicken pot pie and bringing me yellow and orange tulips. People who love me, delicious food, and flowers. All I need. Small, low-pressure, minimal center-of-attention-ness.
This charming ideal of mine was thrown out the window this year in favor of an all-me, all-the time weekend, which has by now taken on a little smidge of the "okay, now can we pay attention to someone else please?" I have incredibly kind friends. Here's what we did:
Friday (the big day) at work, my co-worker brought this incredibly fancy fruit tart from Gourmandise to celebrate. This was only the beginning of the sugar rush.
That night we had dinner at Mazza, a delicious middle-eastern place. "We" would be a group of some of the awesome people I've gotten to know in Salt Lake: Spencer, Dan, Nate, Thomas, Tricia, Chris, Ben, Gretchen, Erik, Matt, Kandis. We had to wait a couple hours for a table, but had a lot of fun and I think people liked the new culinary adventure.
We headed back to the house, and a few more friends joined us--Melissa, Holly, Annie, Denise and her friend Tyler. Denise had made incredible tres leches cake, enjoyed by all. Much hilarity and a little bit of singing ensued. Also, a couple of us bought tickets to U2 in June which is going to be wicked awesome. Yay! This great party left me rather hyper, with a sleep-deprivation hangover to suffer through on Saturday.
My Me-Me-Me weekend continued with a scary snowy drive to Provo, where my sister Lisa treated me to a Spring Spa treatment at Acaydia beauty school. We got these mango back treatments, kind of like a facial for your back. Though my smooth skin is really only going to be appreciated by me, rest assured, my back has been exfoliated, massaged, hot-toweled, scrubbed, painted with various pampering substances, and hot-toweled some more. Being high-maintenance is kinda fun. But I'll keep my feet on the ground and probably not go for the Elase cellu-electro-dermabrasion.
Lisa and I went to a small Olsen family gathering for my Grandma Jean Olsen, who turned 84 on Saturday. She definitely deserves attention for her hard work, her good life, and 5 boys she raised with my late Grandpa. Good to see them all.
When you look at the amount of time I spent with my aging grandmother versus the amount of time people spent on me, I become a very bad person.
More snowy driving! Hurried dessert making! A little bit of time with my sixteen-year-old brother Andy, who was texting and playing computer games during most of it. Interspersed with his monosyllabic responses: "k. yeah. no." were the only two full sentences I believe he spoke. "How do you spell 'consistent'?" For a text message. And a little while later, "How do you spell 'doofus?'" I love teenagers.
At this point, I was pretty exhausted, but no stopping! More partying with a posse of girls I have known at least since high school and their significant others, supposedly to celebrate my friend Danny finally finishing the California Bar Exam. But sneakily, they morphed it into a birthday surprise for me. Very sweet and kind of them, and I hope they never do it again :) Definitely where the guilt started.
And today, after staying home and missing most of church hiding in the dark with a headache, I taught Relief Society, then went to Bountiful for yet another birthday dinner. After this week, I will be diabetic, I am sure. My grandma had invited me and my cousin Jamie, who also had a birthday this week, and her brother Kurtis and family for a delicious grandma pot roast dinner. We played a game called "What's yours like?" afterwards--very, very funny especially with my grandpa who overthinks everything. Good times.
Now I've just gotta fix the huge ding in my windshield, thanks to the big rock on the snow driving day, and of course listen to my new Glee soundtrack. (Why does it make me so happy? It just does!)
So thank you to the universe at large, and thank you to each of the people who celebrated with me, and I will begin immediately planning nice things for your birthdays so we can even up the score. I have a lot to live up to after this.