I have been 21 years old for 20days and 10 hours :) Although in my new country the celebration of your 21st birthday doesnt involve peeing in your bed (or wherever you happen to pass out) like it does in my home country of USA, it does hold same meaning of celebration! I think i have made it perfectly clear during my last 3 birthdays spent in Europe, i expect a big fucking deal :) So in 16 candles fashion, i was pretty sure everyone had forgotten my birthday except my mother-in-law, who gave me a bottle of perfume for my b-day (which i picked out and bought with her).
The day passed pretty nomally which bothered me a little but ITS MY BIRTHDAY... so i took the bus downtown for some shopping, bought a few things, had lunch, all by myself but i was generally happy.
I returned home just before my boyfriend was home from his courses (didnt help that my birthday was on a thursday) he passed me with not much general intrest. of course he said happy birthday, but it didnt seem like enough. And everytime he passed me without a declaration of his love for me moved me closer to tears, AND QUICK!
Not long after, i began to pout and i wondered when everyone would jump out and yell surprise! but they didnt, and so i broke down. i cried and asked him if he forgot, why he didnt love me (the whole birthday girl drama). Being the wonderful boyfriend he is, he quickly began damage control and told me to get dressed, we were going to dinner (and asked his mom to make reservations, -2points for romance). We got ready and went to eat, the food was wonderful, the wine reminded me of our summer in Italy.
After leaving the resturaunt we picked up his cousin and his girlfriend to have drinks, returned home. I was pleased with my day. As i lay in bed i wonder "is this what all my birthdays will be like now that i'm old??"
my nail-polish chipped the next day, an ancient sign that your birthday fun is over...
well they can kiss my ass!! It was like a birthday weekend!!
My boyfriend gave me my birthday present the next day, A NEW LAPTOP! WITH A BUILT IN CAMERA SO I CAN SKYPE MY MAMA! (I dropped something insanely heavy on my last one and cracked the mother board, oh shit) so excited :) it was definately the little surprise i was hoping for. We also had birthday cake and coffee with just boyfried, brother, mother, and I.
The next day was an airshow, quite cool (since my boyfriend is training to be a pilot) spent the day watching jets, and all different kinds of planes. After the long drive home, all i hear is get dressed we are going out...now here is the funny aspect of my personality, i LOVE suprises, but as soon as i know someone has one, i want to know it!!! so after my face lights up our conversation goes a little something like this..
ME: "where are we going"
BF: "out"
ME: "out where?"
BF: "to a bar"
so i start "getting ready" to go out to have drinks. trying on all my different wardrobe choices, i find a dress i bought a week earlier in Turkey paired with the belt my mom had sent me in the mail for my birthday. I'm looking at myself in the mirror when my boyfriend walks in..
ME: "i dont know what to wear"
BF: "not what you're wearing" (this is a normal response to ANY outfit from my man)
ME: "well maybe if i knew where we were going i could make a more appropriate choice"
BF: "nice try, anything but what you're wearing"
i decide on a skirt and the same belt, but go back and forth on a couple shirts, i dress and walk downstairs. BF is still not satisfied but more so than the last one, plus he says we need to go (saved my the bell, no time for mle to change) but he does manage to make me go upstairs to grab a coat, which i do without complaints and i grab the purple leopard one that he HATES just for a giggle!
In southern california terms, where i'm from, i look cute. Cute to this belgian boy is straight off a ralph lauren run way which is fine if we are going to the country club, thanks.
45min on the highway he asks " do you know where we are going?", i respond "is that a trick question?" "am i supposed to know?" When we take the exit for Brussels he admits we are going to a little bar in brussels that his friends have told him about. we walk down the narrow street jammed with people, we walk in the bar and about 7 other friends await the 4of us :) i was so surprised, after a couple drinks, we relocated to a dance club and i let out some much needed agression on the dance floor.
My 21st birthday weekend will live on!!!!
BLAH
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