Yeah, I really go here:
I was hoping to get a cake that looked like this:
Instead my cake was a little more like this, this year:
I knew it was coming. I remember when my Father turned 40. The family was up in West Virginia. I lost a tooth, and Uncle Jim had the home video camera out, recording everything. The cake was black. The plates and plastic silverware was black. Even the napkins were black. I kind of felt bad for Dad. All those, "Lordy, Lordy, Look Who's 40," sayings posted everywhere.
But despite me never having a birthday party where I invited friends over, I had the bright idea to have one. This lead to all sorts of weirdness. Namely, a lot of anxiety whether anyone would show up. Also, I used Facebook to send all my invitations, and 75% of my "friends" never responded to my invite. I asked a number of times that if anyone couldn't make it to just say so. Either way, I needed to know how much cake to bring.
In the end I had mostly female friends show up, so I can't be too mad about that. There was plenty of cake and veggie sticks for everyone. I didn't receive as many presents as I would have liked, but it was supposed to be more about, "the experience." On a side note, a 70's throwback disco/funk band called, "Raspberry Pie," played during my party. They were really tight.
But on a different note, I guess I should be thankful. My hair is still black. I'm surprised it hadn't turned gray yet. Even my Mom had gray hairs when she was 12. Yes, that's not a misprint. Her first grays started popping out when she was 12. Her brothers also went gray early. I figured I would be gray young as well. Now I do have a patch of angry gray/white hairs on my chinny, chin-chin, but I don't have very many on my head.
I mean, I'm not as good looking as Paul Rudd at 40, but I'm better than I thought I would be.
So, they say that age is just a number, but so is breaths per minute, and that's kind of important. I won't look at this as getting older, I will look at it as leveling up.