Turning 23.

My Birthdays

19.

Boyfriend and I went to Cheesecake Factory. Best friends and I went to Chevys!:

Free dessert–Ole!

21.

My friends and I drank wine. I wore the same dress, because it is one of my favorite dresses.

My friends gave me gifts reflecting my interests: Teenage Musicals, Teenage Drama, and Bay Area Politics.

22.

I visited Jen in Virginia. Yay!  I wore a dress, but at least it was a different dress.

I also wore Coat, Jen’s black, North Face jacket of the gods. Once gay marriage is legalized and the world spirals into an unstoppable black hole of Hedonism, I am going to marry Coat.

23.

I turned 23 on Thursday. I wore another dress. Dan was sweet enough to indulge my youthful antics by taking me to the San Francisco Exploratorium.

I drank from a toilet water fountain.

I sat in a big chair and showed off my long, ape arms.

I fantasized about eternal youth.

Ah, innocence.  I will hold onto you forever with the unbreakable grip of fear!

What I’ve Learned

Sometimes the more insignificant victories are the most important.

I don’t remember my 20th birthday because I was the Walking Dead (actually, being a zombie would have been way cooler). Though I am not fond of crawling toward an eternal and inescapable demise, I am so happy to be cognizant of my surroundings and have clear memories of my actions that I now believe every year is worth celebrating.  Surviving is a big, huge, fat freaking deal; reward yourself!

Also, Boyfriend taught me something really important: You are always the oldest you have ever been, but also the youngest you will ever be. 23 sounds much better from that perspective!