Birthday Report

For my sixteenth birthday I went roller skating with a group of friends.  Then we all went home and had a slumber party.   It amuses me that for my 34th birthday I went roller skating and then I came home to my brother’s house for a slumber party.  The slumber party even had the requisite hyperactivity (from the children) and abundance of laughter (from the grown ups.)  We didn’t spend half the evening on the phone calling boys, which was a required activity for teenage girls, but I don’t really miss that part.  

I like rollerskating.  I like it enough that I’m tempted to get my own pair of roller skates so that I don’t have to suffer from the roller rink potluck.  On the other hand, how often do I go skating?  I’ve gone three times lately, but I don’t know if that pace will keep up once the weather warms up.  Our sidewalk is sufficiently bumpy that I don’t think I’d enjoy skating on it as much as on the smooth rink.  Skating is good exercise.  I need to be getting more exercise, but it doesn’t have to be skating.

The remainder of my birthday included balloons, streamers, presents, candles, and a nice dinner at a restaurant.  The dinner was provided by Howard.  The rest came courtesy of my sister-in-law.  I think that the last time I had balloons and streamers for a birthday party, I was 9 years old.  It was fun.  Howard felt guilty that he hadn’t done more advance planning for my birthday.  But honestly he didn’t need to do any more.  He demonstrated through words and actions (and vocalized guilt) that he really loves me and wants my birthday to be a happy event.  I got to get out of town to a place where I didn’t have to plan my own birthday party.  It was fun.  I don’t know if we’ll do my birthday this way again, but for this year it was perfect.