So, as it happens I have the same birthday (different year) as Madonna. I used to be a devoted fan of hers, and this fact filled me with preposterous levels of happiness whenever I happened to think of it.
Anyhow, with birthdays on the mind I have a somewhat less stupid question than usual — what’s the best birthday present you ever received?
For me, it’s a tie between two. The first was for my 21st birthday, when a friend looked all over heaven and earth to find me a Snoopy Sno Cone Machine, a toy I had yearned for all through childhood but never got. (Certain adults in my life at the time have since maintained that I never went to the trouble to ask for one, which is plausible [knowing me].) The second was for my 30th, which came on the heels of my moving away from Manhattan to a much less cosmopolitan locale. The Better Half gave me a package of art museum memberships, tickets to see Bonnie Raitt, and dinner at a really fantastic restaurant, which made the move much more palatable.