In celebration of this day, I often give people a month warning. During this time, most likely, I will end a conversation with, "it's only 26 more days until my birthday!", or my personal favorite, "what are we going to do for my birthday?". That way all pressure of coming up with something wonderful is put on my friends, and makes me feel more loved by them.

I also, remind people of what I want. This occurs via social media posts and gentle reminders... "remember those really gorgeous pairs of shoes I loved, that we saw last week?", "wouldn't it be really cool to get flowers sent to me at work? Yea, like really cool".

I love when my birthday arrives and people wish me a happy birthday in a disgruntled tone, as if to say, "let's get this fucking day over with". But luckily enough, my self indulgent personality comes to the rescue, and I vaguely notice.

Those that do not do something grand for my birthday, get an automatic firing. Last year, however, I had a party thrown in a loft by my friend, another friend cooked a mexican dinner, we all drank Jameson, and went out. My girls from Iowa came in to town and I loved it.

I expect slightly more grandeur this year, think loft party (my buddy's loft with a basketball court, movie theater, three bars, and a trampoline), my favorite band flown in to play, porn playing on the big screen, kegs of Gumballhead, a popcorn machine, a vintage photobooth, a giant chocolate chip cookie for a cake (holla at my sis-in-law who does this for me every year), a dj to spin later, dancing. For food, I want my Mom to send me some of my favorites, this means casseroles, meatloaf, and cheesy potatoes. So, just like a buffet of Iowa home cooking. I want a horse drawn carriage to bring me to my party. I also want people to wear 60's style party attire.

Too much? Not really. This is actually an easy do. Annnnnnddddd go. Start planning.