It was my 30th birthday yesterday (wooooo 🎉... paying for it today).
As his gift to me, my husband booked out my favourite restaurant in town, so that we could have a cocktail and tapas party for our friends and family. It was all arranged six weeks ago.
No problem at all with the people who said no immediately, because they knew they’d have other stuff on. But all day yesterday, I was fielding phone call after text message from friends saying they weren’t coming after all. I felt like saying, “Please stop messaging me, because you’re bumming me out all day on my birthday. Just don’t turn up!”
People doing dry January (you don’t HAVE to drink at my party, you could have a fizzy drink), one friend was off to a veganuary dinner party instead... DH originally wanted to get a bigger venue, but I said, “No, it’s January, people won’t come to fill it,” which he kind of scoffed at, and was surprised by how many people dropped out during the afternoon yesterday.
AIBU to think that January birthdays (though I do love mine, and I don’t have to get that bluesy feeling when Christmas is over) will show you which of your friends are fair-weather ones?
On a more positive note, I’m obviously very grateful that my family came, and a few of my closest friends: one drove five hours to come, and my best friend came for the meal, even though she has been unwell this week. Just made me a bit sad yesterday when so many people dropped out last minute.