i had a birthday party this year, some time around the middle of january (my birthday is january 7th).
i always find celebrating my birthday a little stressful and i usually opt out of doing anything more than having a dinner with my family and sometimes having dinner with my friends, but i felt like celebrating this year because i missed house parties and wanted an excuse to see a bunch of people i hadn’t seen in a while all in one place (my tiny condo).
i was a little bit nervous that nobody would show up because of the weather, but renee came over a little early to help make a cheese board, and jordan arrived shortly after that, and i felt like we could have fun even if it was just the three of us, so it was okay.
it turns out i’d been worried for nothing because my apartment was pretty much packed a couple of hours later.
my work friends came, and my hollister friends came, and my university friends came, and my friends from before university came, and my sister and her friends came, and my apartment was crowded and loud, and i had fun playing host and constantly fluttering through the crowd.
i remember putting on a playlist called “sad bops” at one point because that was the vibe i wanted, and nobody seemed to mind because honestly, you couldn’t really hear the music anyway.
i would later learn that it had actually been kind of hard to hear the conversation you were having with the person standing two feet away, so maybe it wasn’t the most conducive environment for all my different groups of friends to meet and get to know each other, but still, it seemed like everyone had had a good time.
my sister’s friend korbyn actually met a bunch of people he liked, but he had so much trouble hearing them that he decided to invite everyone over for a dinner party some time later (which i would eventually go on to attend), and i thought that was really cute (although i don’t remember any of the initial planning or invitation).
i drank too much, as you do during your own birthday celebration, so my memory of the last bit of the night is a little fuzzy, but i do remember having cake smushed into my face (and me willingly smushing it further into my mouth), and running around asking if everyone was okay and having fun (which is a standard tell that i’m pretty wasted).
next thing you know, i’ve been shoved into my room and put to bed and when i woke up again at around 4am, the apartment was empty and i was left wondering where everyone had gone and how everyone had managed to leave so quickly (even though it was probably over a span of a couple of hours).
all in all, i think it was a good night, and i’m thankful i didn’t end up doing anything too embarrassing to properly recover from.
