I am a birthday peacock. Take me to one of those restaurants where the waitstaff comes out and sings some cheesy birthday song - better yet, take me to several of them - and I will get up on the table and bow, blowing kisses to my adoring fans. Buy me a big silly hat that proclaims my advancing age in foot tall glitter, and I'll wear it as if I were the pope. Pin a pair of "kiss me, it's my birthday" flashing lips to my chest, and I'll accept smooches from drunken strangers (so long as they're directed to the cheek or forehead anyway). Presents are nice, appreciated, even sometimes amazing, but all I really want is your attention.
FYI the big day is August 11:)