Theme Friday

This weeks Theme Friday over at HeartSongs is Birthdays. A good birthday, bad one, crazy one, whatever. Post on it.

Well, I really don't know what birthday to post on.

I have a vague memory of going to Minnesota over the summer of my 5th birthday and it snowed. My birthday is July 3rd. But I don't remember anything else, not even the flight up there.

I remember that I finally got to get my ears pierced on my 13th birthday. Oh, and I could start shaving my legs. That was almost as big as the ear piercing.

My 16th birthday was my first boy/girl party. But it was no big deal, not sure why.

I didn't get drunk on my 21st birthday and I don't know why. I was living in Novato California, still a newly wed with my now ex-husband (SW for future reference), and my mom was visiting. I had a glass of wine and that is it.

I was pregnant on my 22nd birthday so I still didn't get drunk.

I did get plastered last year on my birthday. We had family and friends over and watched the town's fire works show from our backyard. We started our with Mudslides and Margaritas and progressed on to jello shots.

This past year we spent my birthday with my relatives in Mesa AZ. We had just spent 2 very long days at Disneyland and California Adventure. We had lunch at Macaroni Grill, which is absolutely amazing, and my aunt and I had a great time flirting with our gorgeous waiter.

I think my most memorable birthday is the year I met my husband Scott. We had dated for only 3 weeks when my birthday rolled around. Mom, the kids and I had plans to go to Mesa AZ for a week before I met him. We went ahead and went to Mesa and Scott said he would just stay home and relax. We had gone out almost every night from the day we met. We were pretty inseparable. The night before we left Scott met me at work to give me an early birthday present.

I tore off the wrapping to find a jewelry box. I was shocked. I had never received jewelry as a present. He had picked out a pair of diamond earrings. They were simple but I still loved them. I rarely take them out of my ears.

The night of my birthday we went to Macaroni Grill. The whole family went and the poor staff had to put up with 25 rowdy people. I had one drink that night, their leaning tower drink. It has champagne, peach schnapps, and I don't know what other kind of alcohol in it but it was good. And big. And Strong.

If you have your birthday dinner at this particular Macaroni Grill and the right waiter is there, he will sing Happy Birthday to you. In operatic Italian.

The night we went the right waiter was there and he sang to me. Oh My God. If I could have taken him home with me and had him sing for me every night I would have. Not only did he have a gorgeous voice but HE was just gorgeous. I had Scott at home waiting for me. I love him even though he can't sing. He just can't carry a tune to save his life.

I will always remember that gorgeous waiter singing just to me that night. Even if it was just Happy Birthday. It was in a different language and if I hadn't known what he was singing I would have thought it was just some beautiful love song. All I wanted to do was melt into a puddle at his feet and proclaim my undying love to him as long as he would sing for me.