Once we realized our days of birth were only days apart, sweet little Casey and I decided to have our parties together. (As in all things in life: Double the pleasure, double the fun.) Plus our names rhyme, so how could we not? You're right, there is no logical answer to that question.
Let's move on.
Here's the thing about birthdays: I love that I talk to people that I haven't talked to in forever. I love that my family all sings off key and as obnoxiously as possible. (To the point that I let them go to voice mail on purpose just so I can save the beautifulness of the song all year long.) I love that I share my birthday with a friend I grew up with, and he and I still race to see who will call the other person first. I love treats. I love dancing. I love hugs. (and kisses). But here's the kicker, and this is going to be really hard to believe, I don't love the attention. I know what you're thinking--- "What!? Stacie doesn't like attention?" On any of the other 364 days of the year, I am all for it. But attention on my birthday makes me nervous. Like, sweaty palms, lay out your outfit the night before, pretend you're reading a text when you don't want to socialize with the crowd nervous.
So, I guess what I am trying to say is... a combined party was simply perfect. I have some incredible friends who made the day so special, despite my one day a year anti social tendencies.
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