Dancing to Dirges

Depressing and happy things Tim says, sometimes while drunk

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Aribitrary Celebration

So. Today was my birthday. I've never made a big deal about my birthday. I think that comes from my junior high days. In junior high, there was obviously a great deal of importance put on birthdays. They were the social event of the scene, the age-appropriate analog of prom or the spring formal. The more popular you were, the cooler you were, the bigger the party. There were easy to identify gradations in the social structure. Not-cool kids had their party at home. Mildly cool kids had them "out," like at McDonalds or Shoneys or something. The better the restaurant, the better the party, going all the way up to Showbiz Pizza Place, which was fairly cool.

But the atom bomb of junior high birthday parties? Tarwheels. Yeah, that's right...the skating rink. I only got to go to these parties because *everyone* went to them. The whole class got invited. My friends and I (I had friends, yes. Two of them. We talked Transformers.) would collect our skates and go stand in the arcade. I remember that there was music, but I didn't know what to do with it. I played Rampage instead.

The point is, I didn't have cool parties, because I didn't have cool friends. Even if I had bigger parties, I wouldn't have felt comfortable inviting the cool kids because they would probably have declined. DEE-clined. And that sort of set in motion a habit whereby I didn't bother celebrating my birthday. I convinced my parents to not bother sometime in Junior High, and held steady on that all through high school. By the time I got to college it just wasn't something I thought about.

But this morning my wife gave me a balloon, and I thought "You know. I kind of miss birthdays."


At 5:15 PM , Blogger Dave said...

Happy Birthday, Dude.

Where's your hair pic?

At 5:52 PM , Blogger Splitcoil said...

Happy Birthday, you grumpy bastard!

I'd have come to your skating rink party, but I didn't skate and wouldn't have had money for Rampage, either.

At 7:48 PM , Blogger Tim Akers said...

You know, I'm behind on the hair pics. Which is too bad, because it's finally getting a little bit nutty. But they have to be taken during the day, and that's just *way* too much coordination.

At 10:18 AM , Blogger colin said...

Happy birthday. Splitcoil beat me to insulting you.

Cake. Cake makes a birthday good. Everything else is... well, not cake, and therefore not important.


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