I’m pretty serious about celebrating my birthday. I even have rules surrounding them. No, I’m not joking. I told you I take it seriously.
So here are the rules:
- Thou shalt not work on or around thy birthday. My birthdate is April 14, I’m off work this year from April 5-April 16.
- Thou shalt never lie about thine age. I’ve earned every single solitary minute of every hour of every day of every year… by blood, sweat, and tears, they’re all mine!
- Thou shalt celebrate thy birthday as frequently as possible. And I do so with gusto!
- Thou shalt stretch thy birthday celebration out as long as humanly possible. As previously stated, my date of birth is April 14… I’ve celebrated in July, August, and October–yes, I’m serious!
- Thou shalt have ice cream cake from Baskin-Robbins and the dinner of thy choosing; the order of which you partake of these goodies is up to the birthday person. First, the cake is very specific… roll cake with mint ‘n chip or chocolate chip ice cream and fudge for frosting. No, there are no substitutes. Don’t try to pass off Cold Stone or DQ cakes. Nothing doing! Second, I like to eat roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy for my birthday. Mom’s recipe only, thank you.
- Thou shalt never turn down presents. Duh.
- Thou shalt try to travel on or around thy birthday.
- Thou shalt attend a baseball game in celebration of thy birthday.
Last year, I nailed both of the sort of/sometimes rules, something I’d never done before. I was in Boston, Mass and attended a game at Fenway Park with my longtime friend (and Bostonian), Daniel. And yes, I shot a photo of the jumbotron showing the location and date–on the off chance I forget I was there for my birthday! Um, not likely. (Check the second photo on this post… it does give the date!)
The first pitch was thrown out by a gentleman named Bill Hogan, Jr. He was accompanied by Bill Hogan III, IV, and V, as well as another grandson. (Mr. Hogan is the older gentleman smack-dab in the middle.) You see, while I was at Fenway celebrating my 36th birthday, Mr. Hogan was celebrating his 100th. He was born April 14, 1912… six days before the first game was played at Fenway. And what a way for a lifelong BoSox fan to celebrate his 100th birthday, right?! Pretty cool, if you ask me. If I live to see 100, you might just find me wearing my #55 Dodgers jersey (Orel Hershiser, for those who don’t know which Dodger is my favorite) taking in a game at Dodger Stadium. I’ve spent a few birthdays there already, why not another on such a momentous occasion.
Fenway and the Sox made for a fabulous way to ring in another year of my life–a birthday spent with a friend of sixteen years in a picturesque stadium watching my favorite sport. And yes, I ate a very high fallutin’ birthday dinner… a hot dog with ketchup and mustard–no onions! (I don’t eat onions. Ever. They’re repulsive little buggers. All colors, shapes, and sizes. Cooked or raw. Bottom line? They’re vile.)
The game started at 4:05 p.m. which meant we were there during sunset. I couldn’t have scripted it any better myself. I generally prefer to sit on the third base side if I’m shooting photos because I’m right-eye dominant. As such, I can focus on the batter using my right eye and then use my left eye to watch the pitcher. I’m very good at timing pitches so that I get the batter swinging and have the ball in the frame as well. From the first base side, I’m unable to focus on the batter as easily because if I use my left eye, my right eye is blocked by my hand. And no, I can’t move my hand out of the way. I need to be able to shoot the photo and the button is on the right side of my Canon DSLR. I can’t move it. That’s just not an option. As such, I would’ve been a little disappointed about sitting on the first base line… except it made for the perfect seat to catch photos of the stadium as the sun set. It was absolutely lovely.
This year’s birthday isn’t nearly as picturesque, so there won’t be photos. As such… reminiscing is what we have this year.