One of my cousins was born on Feb 29th 1984. Nuff said. That makes her about 5 now.
Now that I’ve got over the burden of sharing my birthday with Margaret Thatcher, I think Oct 14th is a pretty good date, bang in the middle of a nice mellow month where not much else happens.
My sister’s birthday is in the run-up to Christmas but seeing as we don’t celebrate it there’s no issue with combined gifts.
My son’s birthday is in July which means he’s never really been able to have a ‘friends from school’ birthday party, because we always go away for the summer, so it’s usually just family.
Both my nieces were born in early September, which means they will always be the oldest in their class. The younger one is still a baby, but the 5-year old is extremely bright and precocious, and it’s been particularly frustrating for all concerned to have to wait an extra year.
My sister and I got married on each other’s birthdays. She didn’t choose the date, it just worked out that way with the reception booking. She embarrassed me by organising a cake to be brought in in the middle of the reception, and made the 100-odd guests sing Happy Birthday. Great cake though. I retaliated by deliberately choosing her birthday as my wedding date. I got married on the other side of the Atlantic and hadn’t told anyone about our plans - so her birthday was a great excuse to phone and spring the news on my family who were all gathered together for my sister’s party.
Mine’s October 16th, and it’s usually fine except that it’s often close enough to Canadian Thanksgiving that I end up having a turkey dinner for my birthday party because, well, can’t have the whole family over twice in a week, now, can we?
I have a friend with a Halloween birthday. She hates it, because she can never have a party on her actual birthday unless she accepts people in costumes. Can’t go out, either, because all the bars are full of costumed drunks. Fun for the first couple of years, she said, but it got old really fast. Sure, a theme party can be fun, but when you have to do it every year…
My grandmother’s was on the 4th of July. It seemed to be one of the best days to have it.
-Nobody forgot it.
-Everybody had the day off and was there to celebrate.
-We always had a cookout and cake and ice cream.
-Sparklers instead of candles on the cake.
-There was always a parade on her birthday.
-Her birthday always ended with fireworks.
-And the added bonus of getting presents on an already fun day.
just do the stinking drunk thing on the 15th, probably best not tu use the 13th, as being hungover all of the 14th probably wouldn’t win you any friends …
Me too, altho’ I’d say it’s got better since I’ve been married actually - I’ll admit it, I like to feel special on my birthday, maybe get ait used to really piss me off how
eek - cat attack on keyboard - anyway to continue through my twenties it was impossible to get friends together, all busy with boy/girlfriends (especially irksome when i was single!). Now it just means that we don’t go out for the over priced specials in restaurants and I have to let the media hijack “my” birthday for their own purpose.
Mind you it’s not like my brother gets off easy either - 1st Jan. And I guess my Mum’s 10th birthday was not a good one - Pearl Harbour.
Caricci your near perfect June 2nd is also my Dad’s birthday, the whole nation celebrated with him when he turned 22 … the Queens’ coronation.
Another Dec 26 birthday here. As a kid, it really sucked. Teachers who celebrate children’s birthdays in school always forgot about me, kids couldn’t come to a party for me because they had family in town, etc. What really hurt is that one of my grandmas would not just give me only one gift (while making the point that all my cousins got two gifts), but she would wait until the after-Christmas sales to shop for me (she was just a bitch though). My parents on the other hand always made sure that my birthday presents were wrapped in birthday paper and I got separate birthday cards.
Now, I think it’s a great birthday. I’ve never had to work or go to school on my birthday. Very few people forget my birthday either. And I don’t care anymore if I get gifts wrapped in Christmas paper. I’m just tickled that I get anything.
