The Birthday Dilemma

Okay, most of you who are reading know all my neuroses by now, so keep that in mind as you head into this post.  The obvious one being that I’m a people-pleaser/diplomat to no end.
My birthday is a month away and because my friends all love birthdays as much as I do (yay!) I’m getting a lot of questions about what I’m doing this year.  Last year was just a very small dinner with E., his roommate, and 2 friends.  Previous years have included karaoke, dressing up in colorful wigs with the girls, getting margaritas, a pizza party, a Dave & Buster’s outing gone horribly wrong, and probably a lot more I’m forgetting.  When I was in high school my parents took me and my friends to an indoor amusement park for one of my birthdays.  So you see?  Birthdays = big deal.  And I am fine with that.  I’m turning just another 30-something which is neither here nor there. It’s not a milestone, and at the same time heading another year into my 30’s isn’t stressing me out in any way, shape or form. 
But I really have no idea what I want to do.  Suggestions come and go, someone wrinkles their nose, and I try to come up with something else.  Which is when finally people started telling me to think about what I really want. 
All I’ve come up with is pool, bowling, margaritas, and ice cream.  Actually, I think I will just go to Cold Stone Creamery with a ton of lactaid in hand on my birthday proper (a Wednesday this year), and then celebrate with margaritas on the weekend.
I’ve spent so much of my life worrying about other people being happy that when faced with the decision to pick something I really want to do, I realize I can hardly think of anything.  *sigh*