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TIFU- Not attending my own birthday party

Back in 2017, my birthday fell on a Saturday (Jan. 28th). I was 22 and fresh out of college. My new career field meant that I was getting sleep deprived a bit having to transition out of the college sleep schedule and having to be up to work early.

So the Sunday before my birthday, dad asks if I can come over to the parents’ house. Me thinking it was important, I wasted no time to make the small trip over. Dad then mentions how my birthday is coming up, and asks if I’d like to throw a party in his man cave/shop building. I said “sure”, and he started instantly planning.

Well it just so happened that work was super busy, which meant I was working at home after hours, which meant I was losing sleep big time.

By the time Saturday rolled around, I couldn’t help but just take a ZzzQuil and just... sleep. One problem though, I forgot to plug in my phone to the charger the night before, so it will eventually die on me.

I remember waking up at 6 am-ish, and seeing that it’s still dark outside, so I just went back to sleep. I wake up again and I can tell it’s still morning, so I go back to sleep. I wake up sometime in what appeared to be the afternoon, I had a text from dad reminding me the party was tonight (phone was at 11% battery life). I thought “what the hell, I have time to get ready” so I go back to sleep.

I wake up again and it’s pitched black outside, I tried turning on my phone, but it was dead. I plug my phone in and wait for it to power on. I go to shower and get ready for the party in the meantime. Finally my phone powers on and I see the time is 1:30... AM. I missed all sorts of calls and texts from friends and family, including dad, wondering where I was at.

I decided I’d swing by anyways to see if there was anyone still hanging around in the shop, which to my surprise there was... well sort of. The people (my cousins) still hanging around we’re already passed out on the couches, mom and dad had already called it a night.

The cousins wake up and ridicule me a bit for ghosting my own party. I asked first and foremost who all showed up, the one cousin mentions the grandparents had shown up, but left after a while and just left cards on the table.

The one cousin mentions that friends and neighbors even stopped by, and after a while the party got this feel where everyone pretty much realized I wasn’t making an appearance. For a while the tone of the party came off as awkward to the guests.

My dad then announced to the party “well the birthday boy isn’t answering his phone, is anyone sober enough to drive to bang on his door?”

The guests look around, but they were clearly uncomfortable with driving after being under the influence (good on them!)

Dad then makes a last ditch announcement: “does anyone here feel like getting a DD to go and check on birthday boy??”

The guests don’t even have a bodily reaction, almost as if the collective were on the fence about checking in on me, but in their defense I’m a 15-20 minute drive away.

My dad then makes one last announcement: “if birthday boy thinks he’s too cool for us, then that means one less mouth sucking down the beer. Drink up, kids!”

So the party went on without me, and apparently it was a thrill of a time, but sadly birthday boy missed his own party. One little silver lining from this, was I had one birthday beer (they killed three thirty packs!) with my cousins.

I was upset a bit, even a little mopey that I missed my own party, but at the same time I can’t just shoot myself in the leg, and expect to be mad at the results.

The next day... orrr I guess the same day just when the sun was up, dad happened to be visibly upset with me not showing up, so I explained to him what had happened. Which made him have a bit more of an understanding, but he he told me that I should’ve asked for the party to be moved to a later date or just have no party at all.

TL;DR: my friends, family, and neighbors, had a party for me, but I slept through it. I only got to enjoy the day with the cousins who crashed in the shop, and dad was upset that I ghosted something he put time and effort into.

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