Over spring break I went to Upstate NY to visit my family. On my last night in town, my Mother invited some of the family over for an impromptu birthday party. Now we all know that Mothers always act with the best intentions, and since I haven’t been home for my birthday since I was 18 years old, she saw this as an opportunity to celebrate my special day with me (even though my actual birthday isn’t until the end of the month). In the past she has sent me birthday cakes that end up in crumbs and cards with cash, so the idea was very sweet. Unfortunately, the party ended early due to the unforeseen event(s) of my nephew throwing up on everything and everyone. I guess when you have kids, you learn to expect things like this. I mean kids get sick and you have to drop everything to attend to them. No one likes to see/hear kids cry. At this point in the night most of us went outside to say our long good-byes. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that my party ended early and with no cake. I’ve learned to accept that shit happens.
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