I only send a group email itinerary to celebrate my birthday when my new age ends in a “0” or “5,”
so turning 49 was a low-key celebration, where I texted a few friends for fish and chips at an English-styled restaurant.
We enjoyed dinner so much, that we took no pictures.
We managed to take a picture of dessert, Guiness Chocolate Cake, since our feeding frenzy had slowed down to “normal.”
A third friend showed up just for drinks and presented me with gift.
All I really wanted was the pleasure of her company, but I’m always happy read a friend-recommended book.
The restaurant gifted me with another dessert, which I saved for a few days later.
My older, wiser self knew better than to load up on desserts all on one day.
On the day of my actual birth, I woke up early–
or a Saturday–for my usual Inferno Hot Pilates class and took a birthday picture with the teacher before hand. She had the nerve to ask if I would wear my tiara during class. Uh, no. Not trying to worry about looking cute during a grueling session. Plus, her idea of celebrating my birthday was to mention it several times with a smile while turning up the challenge level. Hopefully, surviving her class was foreshadowing for being up to the challenge of a new trip around the sun.
After regrouping at home, I went to a massage appointment. I’d met the masseuse while getting dressed in the yoga locker room the day before. We hit it off because she used to work for the first CBD company whose products I’d tried. I told her briefly about the CBD that I sell. When we walked out together, a yoga instructor wished me happy birthday. The masseuse immediately offered me a birthday massage for 50% off. We compared schedules in the parking and found a compatible time on my actual blessed day.
Rounding out my special day, I attended a baby shower.
My friend was well aware that it was my birthday and told me to stop by for cake. Dessert #2 the second day in a row! We message one another Monday through Friday since we both work for the same company, but from our respective homes; so it’s wonderful when we see one another in person. Plus, another coworker came up from San Antonio, which was quite a haul since she lived farther away than I and it had taken me nearly an hour.
But check out the mermaid chocolate cake!
I’m so happy the woman who cut it only gave people either a top or bottom half.
And no baby shower would be complete without the happy parents to be for the second time around.