I woke up several times that morning to “happy birthday” whispered in my ear. If you know me, you know I fell back asleep. But around 8:30 or 9:00, I got up out of bed. I had M&Ms for breakfast (both chocolate and peanut—a gift from Abigail).
We got ready and then put on my sash that said “Birthday Girl” on it. Then we put in our bubba teeth. While I am an embarrassing person, I will have you know we did not wear them in public. But they are fun. I look surprisingly good in them.
We went to El Toreo where we ate enough rice, beans, chips, and salsa to explode. My reason for choosing Mexican was the restaurant’s custom of smashing the birthday victim’s face into whipped cream. I had never done it, but that’s what I wanted for my birthday. I looked around as the music started and employees started coming towards me, but I didn’t see the whipped cream. I frowned. And then got creamed from behind. I had a thick white bread and moustache. Cameras clicked and I got creamed again. I thought I was suffocating. I poked holes for my eyes, nostrils, and mouth.
A few months ago in Ecuador, my friend Eulalia and I tried this with our friend Albin. With a chocolate cake with chocolate icing. He didn’t get it, which complicated things a little.
Anyway, my family surprised me by taking me to the mall where they sat me down in a white chair and let a strange lady cake 3 inches of make-up on my face. I heard “hold still”, “tilt your chin up”, “you’re sure it’s a dark enough color”, and “You won’t actually make these faces when you apply the make-up yourself, will you?” about 300 times each. But I think it turned out worth it. It’s not that much, but it’s plenty for me.
Then we went to the theater to see Monsters University in 3D. It was pretty cool.
We came home and made my birthday cake, with 13 candles. I would tell you what I wished for, but then it wouldn’t come true.