I have spent my entire cognitive life in search of the perfect, ideal birthday party. It is my deep-rooted belief that on your birthday you should be king / queen for the day. All hail the birthday girl/boy. Unfortunately, such a party has been elusive in my years. I remember 2 birthday parties in my life. The first was when I was turning 7 or 8 at Greenfield, Mo. We had the party at the city park shelter. I don't remember if anyone came or not, but I remember that I got a tape recorder. And Jodi and I taped a fake interview on the way home. Jodi would later use the tape recorder to immortalize her great love for Kerry Esterline a.ka. Bubba... we need to call him because she really needs him, we need to call him because she really loves him. And there was my 13th birthday party in which i sent out invitations and no one came. There is really no greater joy than that.
I have tried to create for my son the type of parties that I would have liked for myself. This year will be the second real extravaganza. We've had a party every year, mostly just for close friends and family - and usually with a pinata - that el salvadoreno culture don't you know. Last year we had games. And this year, I'm hoping to take those games to the next level. So of course here it is September 2nd, and I'm planning a birthday part for October - which is two weeks earlier than Elijah's actual birthday. We do a family thing for his birthday -- so it's like he gets two birthdays. But with his birthday the day after halloween, i don't really want a halloween themed party.
Inane details aside, it is my hope that someday I'll have a production for my birthday. It is however my belief that it will never happen. Most likely because no one ever comes to my parties. Shoot, when I had a wedding shower, only 2 people came. On the flip side, most people will give me gifts anyway, so that's nice. Perhaps my friends don't like parties. And to be fair, in the summer, unless you're the poo at your school, no one's coming to your party anyway - especially during 4th of July week. I don't recall Jodi or Jason having an parties or what not for their birthday - and I can only assume, knowing myself, that they didn't have one, because I am quite sure that i would have carried that anger and jealousy with me for all eternity.
Anyway, my time runs short and my mind is blank.
