My birthday was on Monday.
Oh, you didn’t know?!
Just kidding. Yes, my birthday was on Monday, and I am one of those rare birds that loves her birthday. I love my birthday! I also love your birthday! I simply love birthdays.
I love celebrating you. Not your accomplishments, or your successes, or your exciting news. I want to celebrate you because you’re you – I love you so much and I am so blessed to have you in my life. That is why we celebrate birthdays, people. Not to celebrate the evacuation from the birth canal, but to celebrate the person you are, the person you’ve become, and the person you are going to be. Not your new job, new baby, law school degree, upcoming nuptials or upcoming divorce. I just want to celebrate you.
But a refined lady doesn’t do just any birthday celebration. Oh, no – surely not! While all my friends are packing up the car to head to Atlantic City (blech!) or Las Vegas (bigger blech!), a refined lady is jetting off to exciting places. Think about it – would Audrey Hepburn, or Carolyn Bessett, or Pippa Middleton hop in the car and play the slot machines?
No, she would go some place much nicer. Like New York City, or Palm Desert, or Mustique.
Or, if you’re me, you went to London.
You don’t celebrate at the clubs, you lounge by the pool, taste the delicacies of Michelin rated restaurants, and enjoy the seclusion of private beaches.
Or, if you’re me, you have champagne at Buckingham Palace.
She wouldn’t wear spandex polyester. Ever. She might wear an Eres bikini, or a Miu Miu minidress, or Jack Rogers sandals.
Or, if you’re me, a linen floral print sundress.
You see, Refined Ladies don’t go to Vegas for their birthday. They don’t celebrate in a dress off the rack at Macy’s. They don’t club the night away.
Birthdays are for celebrating you. Make it a night you’ll remember, and a story you will want to tell.
Or, if you’re me, a birthday for the history books.