I’m not sure when it started, but at some point my birthday became somewhat cursed. Things didn’t go right, I wouldn’t have fun and people would end up disappointing and hurting me. This was pretty much the story of my birthday all through out college. Before college, my birthdays weren’t so horrible, but still they weren’t anything terribly special either.
My first birthday after college, in New Orleans, was ok. Not horrible like some of the previous ones (such as the 21st birthday in which my ride left me, and no one had any fun and well…it just sucked), but again nothing special. A few gifts and a cake from my brother and his (at the time) wife. I was grateful for what I got and for the lack of tragedy, but the next year I was determined to have a GREAT f*cking birthday.
So came about the birth of the Moustache Party. I picked a bar with the help of friends, since I didn’t really know a lot of bars yet. The party was supposed to be in celebration of my gift to myself, a moustache tattooed on my index finger. Well the moustache tattoo didn’t happen for stupid reasons, but the party went on nonetheless. It was the best birthday party I had had probably since I was a little kid.
So, in 2010, I threw a Moustache Party again. Same place, probably same time? It was just as fun and more magical a birthday! I feel blessed for having two amazing birthdays in a row–curse free!
I will be having yet another Moustache Party this year. I’m very much looking forward to it, as usual. I hope the good times continue!
Anyway, the point of this post is to share something I learned. Don’t rely on other people to make you feel special. Go out and create the fun and good times yourself! If you do this, then, more than likely, you will not be disappointed. I stopped waiting for people to throw me the party I wanted, and threw it myself, and I’ve never had better birthdays.