Some people didn't notice the last time I mentioned this, so I'm sure it will still come as a shock to some people when I write that I've moved my birthday to June.
Officially, my birthday was Sunday. Actually, I want to change the way I've been saying how this works. My birthday is on January 4th. I'm choosing to celebrate my birthday on June 4th. So while I am, for the record, 30 years old, I won't be celebrating (or otherwise recognizing) this fact until June.
I got a weird birthday card from Dad. It had a bunch of different dates on it with a message like, "Whatever date you choose to celebrate, I hope it's a good one."
Mom's card was a bit surreal within all of the date change business. It talked a lot about celebrating, and that I should do so. As if I had chosen poorly in moving my celebration date. Is there something I should know, Mom? Anyway, the off-schedule (my fault, as I've said) birthday gift was very nice, thanks.
Pat emailed me to wish me a happy unbirthday, which wasn't exactly true, since it WAS my birthday when he wrote it. Of course, by the time the email got here, it was already my unbirthday, since he wrote the message around 9:05PM in his time zone.
From Berta there was barely a mention of my birthday, which is just fine since that's pretty much exactly what I wanted. Of course, you can't really go through a whole birthday without the traditional birthday snog. Mmm, snog.
Abby was unphased by the non-event.
I must admit it was pretty strange not celebrating on the actual day, but now I'm looking forward to a good early-summer party in a month that's usually empty of events.
