It’s my birthday next week, and obviously it’s going to be an incredible 41st year because the birthday Gods have seen to it that the occasion falls on a Saturday. An ideal day for a birthday celebration with no worries about having to go to work the next day.
Score!
A close friend with whom I normally see a movie on each of our birthdays – seeing as they normally fall on a socially awkward weekday – sounded thrilled by this development, and sent me a message which read:
That’s great! I’m having an “insert annoying Tupperware-type party name” here that day. Why don’t you come and we can make it your birthday celebration?
I had no words. I was actually lost for words.