Maria, come 2013, if you aren't somewhere awesome, please let me have you here. We'll incorporate you into my my neighbor tri-some of bdays, which we're doing tomorrow.
As a back-up plan, let me offer up Tom Scola's get-out-of-bad-anniversaries option of heading to various West Coast Buffista locales and letting the localistas love you up but good. Either coast will do, really; I just happen to be partial to the one I'm on (plus, you truly must come to San Francisco at some point; all the elderly Italian expats of North Beach will want to adopt you and pet your hair and feed you delicious things until you burst at the seams, in a deeply good way).
eta: Not to be flippant at all -- but sometimes just being away from the place where the grief happens helps, and don't ever forget that you have multiple continents of loving hearts.