My birthday was yesterday. The big 2-1. I’m told it’s all downhill from here; this is sort of the last AWESOME landmark birthday. Unless you count being able to rent a car by yourself without ridiculous fees and insurance liability when you’re 25. But I’m told that is fairly anti-climatic.
Anyway, I had an amazing birthday. Leer and I took a visit to the local zoo. His mom got me a fifth of Absolut Pears. We saw cute animals. Then, we went out to the local bar for dinner and drinks. My friends bought be drinks and I felt like such a big girl drinking in a bar, but I feel like the novelty had worn off from growing up so close to a country with a lower drinking age, but whatever! It’s going to be nice to be able to have a beer with the rest of my friends from now on! And then, my friends who live in one of the campus annexes threw me a party. I’m apparently a hyper drunk, because I don’t think I stopped running around the whole night. It was a long night and I had quite a bit to drink, but I didn’t wake up in the gutter, I didn’t throw up, and beyond some drymouth and a desire for something greasy (like food from the campus cafeteria, which, alas, I am limited to only eating in 5 times per week this year, which I am starting to realize is going to be a horribly inconvenient travesty). But, that’s beside the point. I wanted food that I didn’t have to make myself. This is why I am generally lazy – I know that the home-cooked stuff is better, but it’s the prep and cleaning that I would like to avoid, despite the fact that I, oddly enough, love to cook and am a devout follower of the Alton Brown methodology.
Well, stay tuned. I’ll be sure to document my descent into crotchety senior-dom frequently (or as frequently as I can).
