Birthday girls

I am lucky enough to live on a hall surrounded by some of my best friends and sorority sisters. We live in the newest residence halls on campus, so our set-up is pretty nice. We each have our own room, equipped with a double bed and a sink in the room, and we share the bathroom with one other person. When I stepped out of my room yesterday morning, I saw something that was different in the hall and had to investigate. My friend Amy’s door was covered with “Happy 21st Birthday, AMY!” papers and messages.

For some reason, when I was younger, I thought that birthday parties would fizzle out of existence as I got older. I guess I just thought that as we all accumulated more and more years and had more and more birthday party experiences under our belts, the excitement of a birthday would weaken. Turns out, that’s not true at all. I think they actually get more exciting…

When I was a freshman (I’m a junior now), for instance, one of my best friends and my “big sis” in my sorority told me that she wanted to take me out for a nice dinner for my birthday and then we would go out with all our girlfriends afterwards. She came and picked me up at my dorm and took me to Bravo, a super yummy, kinda fancy local favorite in Jackson. When we walked in, I saw a table full of people covering their faces with quivering menus… then I realized I recognized them all. SURPRISE! I’d never had a surprise party before. We had a great night.

So last night, we took Amy to La Caz, a mexican restaurant, with the rest of our hall and some other friends, along with her boyfriend, who I thought handled a table full of giddy girls miraculously well. If she thought she was going to get away without being crowned with the giant sombrero and serenaded with Mexican folk songs by the end of the meal… she must have been dreaming. She also had the cutest cupcakes I’ve ever seen; they were strawberry cupcakes with little martini glasses drawn in icing and a Red Hot candy as the olive. They even had little toothpick stubs sticking into the glass. Adorable.

So rest assured. Birthdays live, even as you age. I’m not sure if there is a moral to this story or not (probably not)… maybe just, come to college so you can have the greatest birthday parties ever? Sure; I think that’s a good enough reason.


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