My Burffday. (cuz that's how black people say it)
My birthday started out like any other day. I got up sometime around 8 am, and picked out my sweatpants for the day. Being that this was a special day, I chose the snazzy black velvet sweatpants and matching jacket that Kaye got me for Christmas. I absolutely love it. It's pretty much the most professional sweatsuit I've ever seen.
On the way to work I grabbed breakfast at Jamba, a special treat I do about once a month. No one really knew it was my birthday, but I didn't mind. I used the time to quietly soak in the concept of 25. I actually have a strict "NO WORK ON BIRTHDAY" policy. But I'm only at the gym on Mondays for about 2 1/2 hours anyway. Everyone tells me how much my kids miss me when I'm gone so rather than finding a sub I just celebrated with them.
After work I just took the next few hours to relax. I took a long shower and layed around while my hair dried watching Marie Antoinette, a birthday tradition I started about three years ago. Its one of my favorite movies, for lots of little reasons I have a hard time explaining.
All the while, Matt was running around doing errands. It was weird to sit there and let him do everything. During the afternoon he was in and out of the apartment twice, bringing in shopping bags and making phone calls. "Is that what I look like?" I wondered.
Monday was not only my birthday, but also the only night that Matt, myself, Scott and Chelsea were all off work. We owe them dinner for a lot of help they gave us during our car crisis. So we went to 5 GUYS. Best. Burgers. Ever. And fries. Don't even argue with me.
After dinner we met more friends at this little joint in Rex where you can play laser tag and mini-golf. I decided I wanted to go out and actually DO something for my birthday, and that is pretty much the only indoor activity in Rexburg except the rock wall company that is in the gym I work at. :/
I'll be honest, laser tag could have been better. I've only been twice before, and both times were really fun, the main reason being our group of friends were the only individuals involved. But this particular night at The Craze was hoppin'. Lots of FHE families wanted to play laser tag and The Craze shoved as many people in that room that standard fire codes would allow. So, being under the impression that I was going to play laser tag with MY friends on MY birthday and was instead forced into a room of strangers, the majority of them being pre-adolescent boys who do nothing all night but first-person-shooters, I was a little perturbed.
It was literally like shooting fish in a barrel. And more often than not, I was a fish. Once I figured out my strategy of crouching in one place and shooting anyone that came near me, it was fun.
After The Craze, we went back to my apartment lounge and had burffday cake. A few days earlier, Matt and I went to the grocery store and picked out a cute little white chocolate and strawberry number.
This is how dorky the people are I hang out with are: When "Happy Birthday" was sung, I heard three different languages!
Aubrey said Matt did a really good job picking out my presents and I'll say I have to agree. Since I was debating so long about whether or not I wanted a birthday, I never really told him what I wanted. When he would ask me, jokingly I would say, "A basket of assorted kittens, or one puppy." But he took all of my interests and hobbies in mind and did a great job. I love him :)
