Three generations of our family have birthdays in January. My son, myself & my Dad. An uncomfortable thought that I never really wanted to consider but is undeniably true, is that something happens to us frisky Hamms in late spring which occasionally results in having some more of us on the planet.
January birthdays suck.
Except they don’t.
But they should, for these reasons…
1. Diets. Christmas & New Year has left us carbed-up to the eyeballs and the detox pressure is challenging to avoid. If dieting friends do come along to your birthday dinner they will usually be boring, talk endlessly about points & syns and leave early. These are not your people. You must find your people and eat birthday cake. (Or donuts)
2. Dry January. See above with added virtue & soda. Join me drinking cocktails in a swimming pool. Dry? I’M BOOZING IN THE WETTEST PLACE I CAN FIND. (note: more power to those who are committed to Dry January, especially those who are fundraising at the same time. Good luck to you…but it’s my birthday)
3. Skint. We’ve all spent too much money at Christmas and payday hasn’t arrived yet. This makes for more creative celebrations & even more creative presents and forward planning. My son & my Dad are my two favourite men on Earth, I simply can’t let their special days go by without balloons & birthday breakfasts.
4. Pantomime. Not so much of an issue now that I’m in my thirties, however as a child this was THE way to mark the day of my birth. A piece of paper detailing my name & new age was slipped to someone working at the theatre (usually Cardiff New or sometimes Swansea Grand) and I’d end up on the stage in the audience participation bit, stood next to Buttons / Widow Twankee / a generic creepy cabaret star asking 9 year old me if I was married. Hilair. (…I loved it really)
A giant theatrical leap from that, this year’s stage was the glorious Her Majesty’s Theatre in London as I got to go backstage at Phantom of the Opera. A truly breathtaking, unforgettable, chance of a lifetime experience that I will forever be grateful for. To get to see the magic up close and watch one of my all-time favourite musicals from the Royal Box is just wow…I’m still emotional thinking about it.
For my birthday this year I ate donuts & beautiful dinners. I sipped cocktails by the pool. I swooned over Gosling on the big screen. I cried during All I Ask of You being beautifully sung less than an arms length away from me. I was also spoiled with heaps of thoughtful & really personal gifts from the loveliest friends. It was all pretty bloody brilliant.
So yeah…January birthdays don’t suck at all. Not even a bit. Especially when you’ve got the most wonderful people in your life who make each & every one extra special.