I never in my entire life had a Birthday party. It started with the unfortunate timings of my groundings, then just kind of spun out of control. We of course had cake and presents, but never had anyone over.
Now, at 28, I don't hate my Birthday, I just don't see the point of inconveniencing anyone with mine. I get a gift for myself and drive on.
I do, however, get a sick sense of pleasure tricking people into missing my Birthday. The last time, I actually went out to see a movie with a friend, and picked up the ticket, food and gas cost because I'm a nice guy. On my way taking her home, she went on and on about how she knew my birthday was in April, and she was going to find out what day it was on and do all this special stuff. I didn't say a thing until I got back in my car and was driving away, when I rolled down my window, stuck my head out and shouted 'My birthday is today!' I then sped down the road, swerving erratically and cackling at top volume as I went.
I'm kind of weird.