Edited highlights from posts by various friends on the girlfriend’s Facebook wall today, her birthday:
Make sure Rob spoils you xx
Hope you drink to excess and Rob spoils you rotten!
hope you have a FAB day and that Rob buys you something shiney and expensive!!
I hope Rob buys you something fabulous and expensive, hehe Xxxx
No pressure!
Although one of my mates has come up with a good ‘un:
I hear Rob is taking you out today! I recommend the zinger tower burger! hope i’ve not given away the suprise! :-/ x
Happy 84th Birthday, Your Majesty!
I still think it’s unfair that she gets two birthdays each year… Her “official” birthday is on June 12th this year, changing by a few days every year.
Apparently, the tradition of an official birthday was started by Edward VII, who didn’t enjoy celebrating his November birthday in winter each year. He wanted a summer celebration, and being king he was able to do a Picard and Make It So, creating an official birthday in the summer months.
The tradition which has continued, despite the current queen’s actual birthday being in late April. As an aside, the official birthday varies in different commonwealth countries, so she could conceivably have 6 birthdays a year should she so wish.
March is always such a stupidly expensive month for me. I’m the only one in my immediate family that doesn’t have something this month:
I genuinely have to plan ahead during February and save some money ahead of buying umpteen presents in March. Throw in some train tickets to go back seemingly every weekend, and it becomes very expensive.
When I was still at university, March used to cripple me financially, and I’d always be eating nothing but beans on toast by the middle of the month. Now I’m a bit more secure, I might add some cheese to that…
Tonight, whilst I’m off schmoozing and boozing at another work thing, the girlfriend is finally using the present I bought her for her birthday in May. Amongst other things, I got her an evening at The Sanctuary, a spa in Covent Garden, and then my parents chipped in to add a treatment as well.
She’s off there this evening with a friend, and is having a full-body massage for starters. It looks ridiculously nice, to be honest, and if I was that way inclined I’d like to give it a go myself. As it is, I find my relaxant in a pint glass or a green bottle…
As one of my birthday presents, the girlfriend bought me a box of 6 cupcakes, which she duly brought along to dinner last night. This one was a peanut butter flavour, and there were chocolate ones too.
Needless to say, they were absolutely fantastic, and oh-so-sweet. And sparkly!
This is the first birthday on which I’ve worked, I think. I left uni in 2006, and that November my birthday fell on a Sunday. The last two years, I’ve not been in the office on the actual day of my birthday, or for most of the surrounding week.
This time last year, I was on a plane to Kentucky, and the year before that I had a friend visiting from San Fransisco so took a week off work to do some touristy things with her.
It’s a little odd to be working today, then, although I’ve not actually got much on to be honest. I was meant to be going out for lunch with clients, but got bumped from that. In hindsight, that’s actually a plus because I have dinner tonight with the girlfriend and some friends, and need to be relatively corpus mentus for that…
OK, it’s a few minutes past midnight. Happy Birthday me.
Things I discovered this evening:
- My dad shares a birthday with William Shatner.
Hell yes.
Going behind the girlfriend’s back to organise a surprise party for her feels really dirty and devious. But I like it!
Hopefully all of us can keep our mouths shut for the next couple of weeks, and I’ll score multiple boyfriend points.
All of which will be negated the very next day when I go to the football on the actual day of her birthday…
True, true.
[Edit: the girlfriend has just reminded me that she bought me this card for my birthday last year!]