I have always loved celebrating birthdays, and it has never been a ONE day-celebration. No. One-day birthday-celebrations are for amateurs. And I, my friend or whoever is reading this, am NOT an amateur.
For me it has always been one weeks celebration. Which is something of a contrast to many of my friends who have stopped seeing their birthdays as a big deal and as just another day with the minor difference that it happens to coincide with the day they were born.
Personally, I enjoy my birthday even more today. You know why? Because you no longer have to invite every single person in your, or well, your parents life, including those you don’t really like that much to a huge messy party. Which in it’s defense probably was a lot of fun then but today just induces a yamn just thinking of it.
Birthday as an adult (at least in theory) means you can handpick your best of the best crew and… well, do anything YOU want!
I have always loved meeting new people, and one of the absolute best things about meeting new people is learning new things. Right?
So when a girl in my journalist class told me that she celebrates her B-day for a month, I had a major Hallelujah-moment, with all it entails.
There was a blinding light from above, the surroundings where suddenly set on mute and of course an invisible gospel choir began singing ”HALLELUJAH”.
This girl actually managed to with this amazing tradition outrank me in style-points.
But. This year (don’t tell anyone!) I’m planning a coup. Shhh! In order to once again take the lead, I am for the first time in my history, starting today (which is my personal New Years Eve) starting my very own monthly-birthday-celebration.
So. Time to turn 29.