The Perfect Birthday
I had wanted to get together with friends and have a night out at our favorite pub... but they had plans already. A sister's wedding or something. Okay... that's understandable... "Maybe another night." I was told.
Yeah... pencil me in for NEXT YEAR, I thought...and was instantly sorry. They can't help that her sister had planned a wedding for the weekend of my birthday, right? Yeah, I was disappointed, but it's not like they did it on purpose. They didn't know.
"Sure," I said, "Another time."
Then I saw a flyer for Avenue Q and remembered... another friend and I had discussed going to this show MONTHS ago! He asked if I would see it with him if he got a group together to go. I really wanted to see it and said, "Sure... that's perfect. It's the weekend of my birthday. Just let me know."
Well, I guess he forgot he had invited me and got their tickets and never let me know. Since my surgery in January, and my husband losing his job at the same time, we are really heavily budgeted and it takes time to save up for these things. They never got back with me on it, so I never got my tickets. I'd almost forgotten about it till I saw the flyer and so I wrote and asked if they ever decided to go. I was told yes... they had planned to be in Greenville for the show.
I was going to ask why he hadn't let me know... but I figure if he really wanted me there, he had his reasons for not saying anything until I asked. Maybe he just figured I couldn't afford it anyway... still it would have been nice to have been remembered :/. Instead I tried to keep it upbeat... benefit of the doubt... and I invited them over... thinking maybe we could get together after...or before. "Probably not," was my answer. Apparently they are staying in the opposite direction and don't think they'll have time.
I bit my bottom lip and wrote that I hoped they had a good time... I never got a call so I guess they didn't have time.
Am I being over sensitive? Because that really hurt my feelings. It's bad enough not being included... that I could live with. But to be un-included? sigh.
Well, I went through my day at work and I can't remember a single job I actually did. I was depressed and performed like a robot... doing what I was told but little else. Occasionally checking the various message boards I frequent to see if anyone remembered. I smiled when (thanks to the auto-notify feature on most forums) I had threads dedicated to me. Other people had remembered... I wasn't totally forgotten. The day was looking up.
I got a nice birthday card from my brother and my sis-in-law. Another smile.
When I got home, I was greeted by my husband... he gave me a wonderful present... something I not only wanted but can really use, too... and he took me out to a late lunch at a nice restaurant.
Then about halfway through the meal, a man he works with comes in and sits down opposite the table and pulls out his guitar and serenaded me with classical guitar music for the rest of the meal. All my favorites and a few new ones, too. My husband gave me the most beautiful card and what with the meal and the music... and the card... and everything that had happened leading up to this moment... I started to cry.
It was a perfect birthday.




