I Give Up On Birthday’s
I hate birthday’s. Wait, let me rephrase that. I hate MY birthday.
Birthday’s are fun for everybody BUT the person who’s birthday it is. There’s always so much to worry about when planning a birthday party; what to wear, who to invite, who will actually show up, who will say they will show up and then not show up.
Even though my birthday has passed, I decided to celebrate it last night since my “LA Friends” complained that I was in New Jersey New York on my birthday. And since my bff was also celebrating her birthday last night, we decided to celebrate together. She invited 200 some of her closest friends, and I invited 10 some of mine.
We went to our favorite restaurant, The Gorbals, and then partied afterwards. And to my surprise, one of my friends showed up for me. ONE. And the rest of them didn’t even tell me whether or not they were coming. Even after I sent out the Facebook invite and then texted/ called them to tell them also. Even after I texted/ called them yesterday afternoon to follow up.
Yes, I get it, people in LA are broke, or at least say they are and don’t want to spend money on a nice dinner, let alone chip in for the birthday girl, but then they “Spontaneously” go to Las Vegas the next day. It’s okay, I get it. And people don’t want to travel more than a mile within the radius of their house because they are lazy. I get that too.
I do this every year. I decide to throw, what in my head, is going to be a spectacular night of fun with friends and it always ends in disappointment. Why don’t I ever learn my lesson? And why don’t my friends get along with each other? If there’s one word that describes my life… it’s WHY.
So, in turn, I would just like to take this opportunity and say “Thank you, “friends,” for coming out to celebrate my birthday. What a turn out. So incredibly overwhelming. Seriously, thanks so much for coming. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish off my mixture of Nyquil, vodka and rum with a bottle of Tylenol PM that I just found from 93. Oh stop, of course I’ll wake up!
Jen Kucsak is currently living the cliche of an unemployed writer trying to make it out in Hollywood. Eventually she is going to write, executive produce, and star in her own TV show, most likely a sitcom loosely based on her life, and the people she knows... or she'll just write a book about it. (SPOILER ALERT: If you think you may possibly be in this show and/or book, please contact her now if you are not interested. Sadly, if you are crazy, you will most likely be in it anyways. Jen sincerely apologizes in advance for any inconvenience).
