A Birthday collab-a-blog

So this is my first colabb-a-blog.

Basically I had a terrific weekend celebrating the birthday of a woman I am truly lucky to call a friend. She has a blog too- http://dailymewz.blogspot.com.au/
And basically we have decided to collab-a-blog, I'm gonna write my bit, she's going to write hers, and I imagine we will share each other's to our respective peeps.

Birthdays for me as a kid in the 90's were always about fizzy drink, games, presents and costumes. This was before pintrest, #hashtags or group threads on iMessage, yet  parents were somehow all informed on how parties worked and made cool as games and creative cakes with barbies or lego sticking on them (which often got ingested by a younger sibling and everyone was sent home, then the birthday child with a rash around their mouth from pink lemonade would sing "it's my party I can cry if I want to, as they threw the wrapping paper around.)  

Although some similar shenanigans might still occur on our adult birthdays, I guess they have become less and less of a big deal. It's often something people might fear or want to pretend is not happening; some people get all weird when you don't make a fuss, or even weirder when you do. 

As we get older, fairy parties become fishing trips, bowling birthdays relocate to burlesque bars, pool parties exchanged for paintball and passion pop. Luckily for me, this friend had a dance party, in an actual studio. Though instead of Holly Hiphop or endless games of musical statues, we, a room full of her friends being professional dancers and entertainers, had an absolute ball. Followed by a beverage after, of course.


When out having said beverages; the dancing did not stop...in fact it got crazier.
The bouncers and probably everyone in the bar, and on Chapel Street for that matter, were very entertained by the fist pumps, thrusts, shimmies and head rolls that were spinning around more than Kylie Minogue. It was just like the way when we were kids that someone's dad would come in wearing a gorilla costume, or pick everyone up on his shoulders and we would all get so excited and squeal with delight and spin around in circles till we fell down. The birthdays then were about joy. Not selfies, or spa package goodie bags. We were feeling so much joy dancing at that point it was special to share it in a way that also made me awkwardly sweaty and inappropriately guzzle my snakebite (the raspberry lemonade for grown ups.)

So I guess the point I'm trying to make in my 2 cents of this collab-a-blog is, like so many other things that change as we get older, birthdays are certainly one of them, and the one that possibly is the clearest marker. Whether it was celebrated with an egg and spoon race, or an eggs benedict champagne breakfast, the point is that it is celebrated. Because being born is a pretty awesome thing. Getting older and reflecting on your life and celebrating it with the people who made you you are pretty awesome too. 

Wrapping this thing up is more awkward than gift wrapping a dvd in a way to make it a suprise. Let's just see what my collab-a-blog buddy has to say....

Jj