Sadly, a few weeks before my birthday this year, my old car (like, older than my little brother) started to have some problems. Luckily, my dad was coming down to visit for my birthday so instead of letting him rest from his flight, I dragged him off on a weekend of car looking at.
Now, people in fiction always seem to get a car for their sixteenth birthday. Veronica Mars got one as a graduation present. I got neither of these, but finally, FINALLY, I did get a car for my birthday.
In addition to getting a freaking CAR for my birthday, I also had The Best Present Idea Ever.
I didn't throw a party this year, instead opting for drinks, a breakfast, a lunch, a dinner, other drinks, and a football game with various groups of people. Therefore, according to my Theory of Birthday Presents, I wasn't entitled to real presents from people who weren't family or otherwise obligated to give me some.
Enter, The Best Present Idea Ever.
Am I a genius or what?