I might have mentioned this before, but my sister and I each had only one birthday party growing up. Sure, we had our family over every year, but we both only had one real party. You know what I’m talking about - the one that’s at some awesome place where you could invite your friends from school.
Mine was at a bowling alley. I can’t remember if it’s because that’s what I really wanted or if it’s because that’s where my parents told me I was going. It was OK. My sister’s party, however, was at the mecca of 80s birthday entertainment - McDonald’s.
Having a birthday party at McDonald’s was amazing for many reasons, but the main reason was the cake. The cake itself was nothing too memorable, but on top of the cake sat a collection of McDonaldland characters that were made out of sugar. Ronald, Grimace, Birdie, the Hamburglar - they were all there, impeccably represented in delectable candy form.
When you were the birthday boy or girl, that beautiful sugary delicacy was all yours. Unless you were my sister, of course.