Last week Saturday was my birthday. I was really looking forward to hang out with my two best friends, Debra and Veronica. I envision my birthday night to be full of laughter, drinks, and shenanigans. Ultimately, I wanted to go out and just let me hair loose. Instead, I went home at 9PM feeling unfulfilled. I came to the conclusion that I am cursed when it comes to my own birthday.
February 2010: I went out with a dozen of my closes friends to a local bar. Since my birthday landed on a Friday, we all had a late start to the night, because of work. Right before I headed out to the bar, I met up with my best friends, Debra and NC at Debra’s house. We ate a quick dinner and had some wine. Moments before we left her house, we did a couple shots of my favorite liquor, Jager. At that point, I was feeling good. I think we got to the bar around 10PM and stayed until closing, which was around 12AM. I knew that I had to pace myself, so I didn’t drink much at that bar, but the group all drank beers. After that bar, I was ready to hit Waikiki and start dancing my butt to the wee hours in the morning, but NC had other plans. As soon as we walked out of the bar, she begins vomiting. First off, she NEVER vomits, that girl can drink till the cows come home and never loose her cookies. For some odd reason, she couldn’t keep it together. That part wasn’t so bad; it was when she started crying uncontrollable. No, she wasn’t crying because she felt bad that she ruined my night, but she was crying because she threw up. Why she was crying about that…only God knows. Seeing her just ruined my night. I didn’t like seeing her in that state, so I offered her two choices, we can go to the hospital (which I knew she didn’t need to go, even tho, she was claiming it was alcohol poisoning (AP). I know what alcohol poisoning looks like, I worked in a ER. She didn’t even have the signs of AP.) or we can just call it a night. She picked number 2. We all headed back to Debra’s house, where NC went to sleep. The next day, she was fine. Honestly, I still had a fun night and I’m glad that NC was fine.
February 2011: I was at Debra and Veronica’s house waiting for Debra to get off of work. The plan was to pick up Debra from work, and then we were all going to get ready to go out with Faux Jack. Faux Jack is a guy that Veronica is dating. She really wanted Faux Jack to come out with us and when she realized that he didn’t want to go out, her mood changed immediately. I don’t blame the girl, she really wanted to see him that night. I just couldn’t help, but be affected by her mood. Honestly, her mood ruined my mood. I just had to go home at that point. I made up some kind of excuse and left the house ASAP.
Here are my honest feelings: I am still hurt by Veronica’s sudden shift of mood, I wish she pretended that she was fine. Last weekend, I cried a lot, because I just felt…I don’t know… disappointed and alone. Well more alone than anything. I think the best way to express my feelings is the episode of Sex and the City, where Carrie is celebrating her 35th birthday as a single woman. Her friends didn’t show up to her birthday dinner party for various reason and she realized how alone she was. Yah, I felt like her. I just wanted to crawl up in a ball and cry, oh wait, I did. I truly felt that being single was the worst feeling in the world. If I wasn’t single, then I wouldn’t be alone on my birthday. Just saying those words out loud is making me tear up.
I wanted to write this post sooner, but I needed to wait until my emotions were under control. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. Judge me if you want, but these are my feelings.
Do you believe in birthday curses?