Birthday blow out

Apparently, when you grow up, birthdays are not all about you. The weather doesn't care its your b-day, nor the roads or anyone on them, they don't announce it over the loudspeaker, nobody goes out of their way to be nice to you. Mom doesnt wake you up with special breakfast and a bunch of presents or arrange a party for you. You're lucky to get a few cards, some facebook posts, or a verbal "Happy Birthday". If you're really lucky a shot or two and a few drinks. Wishing on the candles seems almost irrelevant as does the wish when you slice the cake... they even rush you to make the wish. 23 sucked. Graduated working girl didnt get wasted with her friends like the last 4 years of bliss. I didn't have one drink actually. I got caught in the snow, went to brunch, went to work, worked like a madman, went home to pizza and cake, got a present and a few hugs, watched tv and cuddled... then off to bed. It's just another day. But my co worker bought me my favorite latte and the office gave me a card... they like me... but my mother didnt look at me or aknowledge me. what else is new, I'm still a disrespectful disappointment. And why does it snow on my birthday? I'm too old to enjoy a snow day- I work no matter what the weather now. School kids having a snow day meant more could come into the office and bug me. Cute little buggers. but I hate snow. Sharp, icey coldness that turns to wetness. brrr no thanks. And you ruin it the moment you try to do something with it. Snow is only magical when it is still in an undisturbed blanket. The only thing the snow storm did was remind me of my 19th birthday when life was easier... Kelly, Curt, and the Barness crew drinkng and celebrating me and then Curt tossing me into that blanket of snow(all 6 inches of it) as I kicked and screamed. But damn, it was fun. Back then. I miss them, and I miss it. Being carefree and doing whatever I wanted. Welcome to the real world, where birthdays aren't a magical day where the earth starts revolving around you.