Last year was my first year of college, and I needed to insure that my birthday wouldn’t be a flop. I needed to know that I wouldn’t cry all alone in a corner.
So what did my mom do?
She put lots of money on my debit card, and I took some friends to an Indian restaurant, all expenses paid by me, or my mom. There. Instant friends. Instant birthday. Instant smile.
Now that sounds like a quick recipe for success, right? Wrong. There’s more to it.
One friend lied to me and somehow got me into her room thinking she needed to retrieve her computer before we headed to the library.
When we opened the door, there were a bunch of friends gathered, all singing, all with a card, all with a cake that they bought from the bistro.
Best birthday ever.