Rebirthdays.

Monica coined this term tonight while we were discussing birthdays, and how the actual birthday is usually pretty lame. People are caught up in other events and forget our birthdays, so the day we actually get to celebrate with our friends is henceforth known as the "rebirthday". Here's looking back at a few memorable rebirthdays in the past:

13th rebirthday
I invited a few girls to my house after school for a small "birthday party", back when I still had energy to plan silly little games. I made a small quiz and they had to answer questions to win the little toys that comprised their 'loot bag'. One part of the quiz was naming parts of the eye because we had just learned eye anatomy in science class. Yes, I am a huge dork.

year unknown, high school
A sizable group friends and I went to Pickle Barrel to have dinner. We found out that they don't give free cake on birthdays, but they will bring a pickle to your table and sing if you want. When it came time to pay the bill, it was a struggle (as splitting the bill always is) but we finally managed it and got up to leave after triple-counting. Moments later the wait staff came chasing after us, saying that we didn't pay enough by $40. (Young hooligans!) After being satisfied with the amount of mayhem they had caused, they eventually 'found' the rest of the money 'under a plate'.

year unknown, high school
My friends and I went skating at Mel Lastman Square. Tristan and I decided to play tag around the rink, and I nearly ran over the same kid twice. (His mother was not impressed. Young hooligans!) Later in the evening everyone came back to my house for cake. And pictures. (My parents' idea.) This might have been the year Tristan and Kevin gave me the hockey stick I used (up until next year - I got a new stick!). There was some year where we tried to go to Mel Lastman to play pickup hockey after the rink was closed and then got kicked out... but probably not this one.

21st birthday
I was shopping in the states with my family, my cousin's family, and another close family of friends. It wasn't until 3pm while we were having lunch at Wendy's that my sister remembered it was my birthday. We left around 6 to head home, and didn't even get to have a proper dinner. I sat in the back of my dad's van eating the crumbs from the bottom of a chip bag with my iPod on, trying to drown out the Chinese opera music my dad was blasting.

21st rebirthday
I volunteered at Evergreen from 1-4:30, and at 6, some friends and I went to Pickle Barrel at Yonge & Dundas for dinner, thus solidifying my identity as the Pickle Barrel Queen because apparently my friends never go to PB unless under my suggestion. Five of my high school friends came, and Little Jon. After dinner, Jen and Adrian So came over to my house to play Guitar Hero, which we acquired for our Wii while shopping in the States.
Little Jon's thoughts on meeting my friends: ""if u guys talked a bit faster itd be like gilmore girls".

I love rebirthdays.