Happy Birthday to me?

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me! That was this weekend which involved good friends, good food, fun wine, singing, dancing, balloons, cake, more good friends, more dancing, some hockey guys ... and, oh yea, the stomach flu. Just my luck! Here's the morning exchange with my sister via texts:

Meesh: Happy birthday :)
me: Thanks little one. I think I woke up with a stomach virus though!
Meesh: Oh god. Seriously? Talk about bad luck.

I laid in bed for a long time that morning wondering why my stomach was so upset and my throat felt cold ... when I finally got up to feed the cats I'm watching, the puking starting and didn't stop for about 4 hours. My mom actually came to get me and take me home from where I'm house sitting. Around 3 in the afternoon I really tested myself: eating a couple spoonfuls of jello, drinking a bunch of tea & water and moving from my bed out to the sofa to turn on the hockey game. Up until about then, I was thinking this birthday was definitely going to beat out the one where I fell on some ice and broke my foot (is my birthday cursed?!).

Thankfully, I was feeling well enough to shower and pull my act together for my birthday plans that night - out to celebrate with friends. I ended up being extra lucky that night: no puking, saw a certain guy, celebrated with my midnight birthday buddies (my birthday is the 17th, my friends Tam & Irish Girl are the 18th) who were nice enough to come out, there was cake & balloons and I did not throw up anymore (though there was definitely a point I needed some air to make sure that didn't happen). Also, one of the nicest guys I've ever met hung out with us a bit that night and did a birthday shot with me. He's a big fighter for his hockey team, so for him to be so polite and nice is a weird parody to me.

Reg came out, but seemed miserable, barely said hello back when I said hi and left not long after that. So much for that! DCrush was also there, but with his friends who he seemed to be glued to that night. I tried to bait him into a birthday photo with me when I was about to take one next ti him, but he didn't go for it. After asking twice I finally just said, "Fine. Be shy!" I was so frustrated because I'd actually made the effort to talk to him!