Worst time of year to have a birthday! Probably why I'm not really into birthdays, but oh well what can you do. It's nice now because I'm just home with my son and husband and have an excuse to make a cheesecake and home made chicken noodle soup!
Actually, and go ahead and ask me how I know this, the worst time of year to have a birthday is Labor Day.
I'm not very into birthdays, either. Basically, I'm not into holidays where I'm the center of attention. Or holidays where you're supposed to give gifts and be organized enough to send timely cards. I'm worse with holidays where I'm supposed to get gifts. Honestly, unless it's food or flowers I already know I don't want it. At all. I don't even really want to look at it. But please stare at me while I open it. And make sure I get my "surprise!" & "I'm about to burst with pleasure" & "aren't you so clever for buying it" faces sequenced just right. "Thanks!"
I'm a little better with food holidays, but not much. It kinda sucks the air out of the room when everyone is doing competitive cooking, ("I made nutty designs on the top of the pecan pie, I made the crust from scratch" and "the cranberry sauce is raw ... we're following an all raw fruititarian diet now and I've never felt better") and I'm like, "That 40 lb turkey? I've been "cooking" it for 8 months. I plucked it with my bare hands. Ima gonna cook its feet tomorrow."
That said, the only birthday party I've ever had that was anywhere near my birthday and not just tacked on to someone else's birthday party as an afterthought was thrown by my friends in England. They didn't know from Labor Day.