As not only a Leo but an only child, I’ve always applied the mantra “go big or go home” to my birthday. Case in point: When I turned two, I had a petting zoo with ponies…along with a clown and face painting. For my 13th, I rented a hotel banquet hall and hosted a dance party with a DJ. For my 21st, I took ten friends on a wine tasting trip to Napa. I’m as extra as birthday girls come. But when I started dating my husband and realized that our birthdays are a day (and five years) apart, things changed.
You see, as a fellow Leo and baby of the family, my dear husband is an even bigger fan of birthdays than I am, and he has some strong opinions about how they should be celebrated. Our birthday overlap didn’t prove to be too difficult the first year we were together. We started dating in April and since our birthdays are in August, our friend groups weren’t quite conjoined yet. I rang in 25 with a 20-person dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant and Mark, not to be outdone, feted his dirty 30 by schlepping a party bus full of friends to Malibu Wines for a long (and very boozy) day of wine tasting. It ended with two men initiating a slap fight, several alcohol-fueled trysts and about $700 of damage to a stripper pole. Mine, on the other hand, ended with fake mustaches and mini sombreros, hugs and Instagram photos.