Oct 07, 2006 15:41
Ever since I was a little girl (actually ever since I was born), I've had a birthday party. My first "friend-party" I think was in first grade... possibly kindergarten though. Last year was the first year I didn't have a birthday party at my mom's house (she gave me $100 to have it at my apartment instead.. haha). And this year, she originally wanted to have it at a bar, but with Vegas and GREs and all that stuff, it wasn't happening (thank God!).
So here it is: potentially my last birthday party at my mom's house... ever. It's kind of a big deal, no?
Connor called me the other night to see if I was home yet... His brother is getting married, so he's going to try his best to stop over after. I said we'd probably all be up pretty late. We were talking about my mom throwing me a party, and he was like, "Aw she's the coolest.. I know we always say that we love everyone's parents, but I really think you're mom might be the best."
I think he's right.
But yeah.. that whole last birthday party thing.. it's just interesting.
...so I guess this is growing up?