We usually do a monthly cake in the office, and sometimes one in between i I find out about the birthday. I love cake.
I think that sounds like a great birthday. And as a side note, at my work the birthday boy/girl brings the treats!
Once you’ve had a few birthdays and are old enough that you have or can obtain whatever you want, the bells and whistles get old. Honestly, all I ever want for my birthday these days is for people to be nice to me, and if I go to the bar, buy me a drink. Breakfast in bed sounds like an awesome treat. Enjoy.
Happy Birthday! 
My birthday is this weekend, and I would very much love to spend it wandering around London. I’m afraid the plane trip might be a bit of an issue, though. 
I don’t really want anything either. We’re going out to dinner at my favorite steak and seafood place, and will probably spend the day puttering around the mall. Hoping it’ll be a good day.
Sounds like an awesome way to celebrate (observe?) your Birthday. Have a great one!
As an adult, I find the concept of “celebrating” one’s birthday a bit strange. I understand that kids like to feel like it’s their special day, and get gifts, and have parties and what-not. But I’m puzzled by grown men and women (read: my coworkers, for instance) who make such a big deal out of birthdays, their own and each others’. They drop hints that their birthday is coming up. They send around emails inviting people to join the group to take the special person out for their special day. They pass around cards to be signed. WTF? Are they all 7 years old?
I don’t care about celebrating my own birthday, and it has nothing to do with getting older. Aging doesn’t bother me. It’s not that I don’t want to be reminded that I’m another year older, as some of my coworkers claim. It’s just that I don’t understand what we’re celebrating. If we were all cavemen, I can see celebrating the fact that we didn’t get eaten by a saber-toothed tiger in the past year, but I find birthday celebrations for adults somewhat infantile.
But I totally understand treating yourself to little special events- breakfast in bed, a day off from work, etc. It’s just an excuse to do something nice, out of the ordinary, for one’s self. On my birthday I’m happy if my wife makes reservations for the two of us at a nice restaurant, and typically she goes above & beyond in certain intimate ways, but otherwise it’s just like any other day.