...it's my birthday too, yeah.
Well, it may not be your birthday (unless you're Alex), but it is mine! And while I am completely stoked at my birthday weekend (that's right I get a whole weekend), I thought I'd share a story with you from birthdays passed.
Four days before I turned 18 I had a pretty bad car accident. Totaled my car completely. As much as that sucked, it didn't quite suck as bad as not being able to remember my 18th birthday. I know that was the day I got a new car (new to me). All I can remember about that was my car criteria: no maroon or silver, and it had to be a standard. So the first car we walked up on I said, this is perfect, let's get it. My dad was very surprised and asked if I wanted to at least drive it first, which I didn't. So he drove it, and that was exactly the car we got.
Now, I must tell you I had some truly lovely friends. They loved me greatly and had been planning a surprise party for me for a bit. I'm not exactly sure who planned the party, that part is a little cloudy, but I have to tell you walking into a room full of people yelling surprise when you're high on painkillers sporting whiplash and a concussion is not exactly fun. But the sentiment, well it still gives me warm tingly feelings. That's my only other memory of that day, the "SURPRISE!!!".
I'll give you updates at the end of my birthday weekend. *sigh* I'm so lucky to be me. :)
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