Yesterday was more of an emotional upset. With this late birthday bbq picnic thing turning sour, I'm left in confusion and frustration on if it should even happen. Sitting at a picnic table with enough food for maybe thirty, but only maybe less than 10 people go. With my supportive foundation falling through the cracks, maybe it is time to tap out and release myself from this year's birthday celebrations. How many types of birthdays could someone possibly have?
The Saturday before my birthday, my dad, Kristen, James, Grandma, and I decided to go eat lunch before my ice hockey game. Sushi Coast (click here for my review) was closed, so after a quick thought, we went to Chili's. No review for Chili's because, come on now, we've all been Chili's. If not, sorry Roger, you tiger now.
The Giants game versus the Diamondbacks was a great way to start off my birthday. Before the game, my mom, Ken, and I received our Barry Zito bobble heads and then made reservations for Acme Chophouse @ AT&T Park (click here for my review). Good timing because by the time we paid the check, we headed up to our seats (behind home plate) to watch the second half of the 1st inning. My birthday was starting great because the Giants won, 4-1.
Ok, within one weekend, two complimentary meals, a Giants game, and we won our ice hockey game, not to mention a few gifts that I will remain nameless. Damn, if you really want to know, ask.
I probably mentioned this but my birthday did not end with that weekend, it continued on the following Thursday and Friday. Quick overview: cake at work, Cleo's for dinner w/friends, ice cream cake at home, and Jersey Boys. Not really my idea to have a picnic, but it was a good idea to have. For all the thanks I put into my friendships, relationships, and familyships, I would offer the best return gift possible, FOOD. Is it still going to happen, probably. But, it isn't the same when all my special someone's are there. Like I said before, one picnic table, full of food, and that's about it. My invite went out to family and close friends. Do I deserve a huge crowd of guests, or do I deserve what I could get. I need to be more appreciative toward those that try to think twice about me. To conclude this, I guess I'll see you Saturday, 11-whenever. It's on!
note: Custard-filled Pudge Bucket!