That was probably one of the worst birthdays I've had yet. Sorry to be a downer like this, but nearly nothing went right for me that day. I barely got a couple hours of sleep because I tend to stay up late on holiday breaks, and my parents decided that they were going to get everyone up at 6:00 so we could be ready and head out early for 10:00 mass. We were there a whole 2-1/2 hours before it even started, and even back then my parents knew I was having serious personal doubts about our religion, yet they forced me to come anyway. Anyway, that mass was abnormally packed AND a wreck (minor with no injuries) happened in a critical part of the parking lot, so it was nearly 1:30 by the time we actually got out and our first meal of the day... at a restaurant I hate chosen by my dad. We then went home and proceeded to do... nothing... for the rest of the day. As cliche as it sounds, it was much like the movie Sixteen Candles, and it turns out my parents forgot it was my birthday until they were about to go to sleep, so they just handed me $50 at the time, and didn't really make up the day's worth of activities up on another day. I didn't even have any of my very few friends to hang out with because they were all out of town for Winter Break. All in all, a pretty shitty day.
