Boyfriend and I went to Cheesecake Factory. Best friends and I went to Chevys!:
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.
I visited Jen in Virginia. Yay! I wore a dress, but at least it was a different dress.
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!