Being a cynical, sarcastic harridan, I generally spend my birthdays alone. I ingest vast quantities of chocolate, and other unhealth foods, order things I do not need from catalogs, and anticipate a call from my sister. Several years back, she told me her rottweiller bit a lawyer. I fear I did rather enjoy that.
I would like, once again to thank Animal X for spending HER birthday in the emergency room with me, ten years ago, after I broke my arm. I can remember her phone number, because it spells a word. But I'd forgotten that it was her birthday.