Because the Most Important Birthday is Your Own
Andrew Stark
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An Unnamed Guy
A certain friend of mine, who will remain unnamed, recently sent me an invitation to a birthday party—his own. Yes, it will be hosted by himself; yes, it will take place in his own living room; and yes, there will be very few girls in attendance (one of them will be my sister). Whether or not this action should be grouped with other social blunders, such as giving yourself an imposing nickname, writing yourself a sensual love letter, or making your own pet your namesake, you be the judge.
I personally try to keep the date of my birthday a secret, largely to find out who cares about me most; but since this test has proven too stringent for the likes of even my closest friends, I’m also considering hosting my own birthday party—a surprise party!
Stayed tuned until after this guy’s party for more information. (I wouldn’t want to give him any of my party throwing secrets: they’re gold.)
Click here to view the e-card I sent to said guy (Warning: the site is annoying and glitchy).
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Reader Comments (2)
Oooh! throwing your own surprise party. That's an idea. Especially since the thing I hate about surprise parties being sprung on you is the surprise element.
I also hate it when friends care enough to lie me. Lying to myself is another matter all together. That I could live with for a party.
There were a lot of girls, dammit. And you had fun. Don't expect that much fun when I throw you a birthday party, ungrateful guy.