The Birthday Adventure

Ah, birthdays, that special day of the year when everyone you ever met writes congratulations for surviving another year on your facebook wall. :-)

Gotta say, adult birthdays are really no fun. Not in the winter. I think I'm going to postpone any real celebration until August 27 (my 1/2 birthday) so I can maybe have a pool party for once! And so ice cream cake will make sense to everyone and not just me.

Also, adult birthdays are mundane. When I was a kid in Catholic school (no, really? you? no way. Catholic school? wow.) we got a free "Dress Down Day," normally you'd have to pay $2, and got a sticker and probably the whole class sang to you before first class. Also, your party had been planned months in advance to accomodate all of your friends and so the cake was just the right theme to match the plates and party favors.

Middle and High school were kinda the same, free tag day, probably an actual party with only close girlfriends, probably a sleepover where nothing sexy ever happend, and I got to choose the theme. Then movie marathons and gross conversations and, more than once, disappointment that no one else seemed to like Grease.

College = pretty cool. Surprise parties from friends, real "nights out," and more ice cream than you can shake a fist at! Man, actually, those were the absolute best.

Now, you probably want a night out, but most of your friends have jobs/are busy. Now there's nothing special about the age you're turning (especially since I think the number 22 is aesthetically displeasing. I'm just going to say I'm "almost 23.") Now there's really nothing left that's new to do... that you can afford anyway. And really? Not that you want to do anything new yet.

So we'll see, trying to get something together... not really feeling too great. Exhausted, annoyed, and too busy. The red-tee-turbaned woman who sat behind me on the bus today sang (too loudly and while banging the back of my seat) "God never leaves me/ Him always on my shou[der?]" for about 20 minutes. Then a yellow-tee-turbaned woman screamed shrilly in my face after I got off of the bus. I'm waiting for the green-tee-turbaned woman who will kick me in my knees and say "welcome. the best years are over."