Birthdays

I've never been much for birthdays. Even when I was little I can remember having arguments with my mom trying to get out of having a birthday party. I'm not one for gifts and I'm not much for people being overly enthused when telling me Happy Birthday! It's another day, I'll enjoy it and live it and love life just the same. No need to celebrate the day of my birth. ha

Anyways, up until I was 18 my mom threw a birthday party. I played the role and smiled and acted excited and stuff. I received the material gifts which I never really wanted, material objects hold little to no value in my life. (sorry if any family is reading this...blame my mom for throwing me parties, thereby making you buy me a gift, you know how she is ;) mom...you know I love you :))

So ever since I turned 18 I've tried to not be around for my birthdays. I've tried to get away from celebrations and the excuse for drinking that everybody tries to turn it into. My outlook: Why get drunk? travel, do something, make a story...

The most epic one yet was meeting the son of one of the founders of cancun, having him buy me drinks, take me to some boxing bar in cancun, then introducing me to some big names around town...Not sure if I'll top that for a while but this year my plan is to go to Seattle in my style.

What that means is just a plane ticket there and a plane ticket back. No place to stay or itinerary set in place. The story and days there will unfold as they come at me. Of course, there are always some things I have planned in the case that life becomes stale for a bit but for the most part I'll take life as it comes... So a month from now I should have some unique stories to tell and things to write about. Love life and embrace it...

P.