Last Tuesday, I woke up feeling special because it was my damn birthday. I put on my special pants and my special sweater, ate special pancakes and smeared on my special face.
I was a bit hurt that the strangers on the street weren't wishing me a happy birthday. I felt like I was being very obvious about it.
Though I had to work (thanks for nothing Mom and Dad), I enjoyed my classes more than usual because I was thinking about my birthday outfit the whole time, and the theme of the day was me.
Birthday Outfit:
-puffy-outty skirt in my signature green
-deep v-neck embroidered shirt that makes me look well traveled and cultured but that I got at TJ Maxx in a St. Joseph, Missouri strip mall
-brown boots with red shoelaces that I need to fix because theya makea me fall dahwn (I'm serious)
-black thigh highs that I immediately tore
- knew that would happen, so I put on my cheap reserves
-dried flower headband that's special because it's from Jenna, and I feel like a king when I wear it
I was told that I had only two responsibilities: clean yourself up and meet Poppie at the Barceloneta metro at a quarter to 10. Poppie is the best person to walk with because she holds you tight and says only funny and/or interesting things.
She's also a deceitful little trickster who lies out of her weasel mouth.
Here's the thing about surprises...I love them. In fact, I never ask questions about anything ever because I want everything to be a surprise all of the time. The downside to never asking questions, however, is that you become very ignorant which is exactly how I felt when I was led into the back room of an unassuming tapas place. I was expecting two or three of my girlfriends, but no...
My friends! All of my beautiful friends were there! And they'd made Emma masks, so they were even more beautiful than usual!
I felt all of the emotions at the same time, and they're lucky I didn't die. The decorations were great, the presents were thoughtful and undeserved, the masks were creepy and amazing and they'd gotten me real good. But those things were the icing. The cake was that for the first time, I was looking straight at my Barcelona experience in the faces of the people I've grown to love after having met them at different times along the journey, and they'd come together for no other reason than me.
The older I get, the more it dawns on me that I may just be the luckiest person in the world.
Untitled Birthday Song
By Adi Mahler
I think it fits you very well
a birthday on the 1st of April
That life is just a little joke
celebrate it well
I won't get over sentimental
I'll just tell you that
They say ginger flame burns hard
but I find in you tranquility
They say that gringo is fake and false
but I find in you sincerity
They say it's hard to find real friends in Barcelona but
I found a real friend in you
I was suppose to write more
but just got addicted to Game of Thrones
So I hope I'll remember all the words and sing them right
It's not embarrassing to say the truth to someone like you
and look around you
it's not only me that...
Then everyone sang!
We found a real friend in you (repeat a bunch of times)
It kind of makes you want to barf and gag but also makes you want to cry, doesn't it?
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