Guess what, i'm older now

This is my 25th birthday weekend, celebrating my entrance into the REAL adult world (but not the "adult" world...). Now 50 something clients won't say, "Gosh you look young! How old are you!?" and instead of, "24." "Ohh, well, that's nice. (Silence. Turn and walk away.)" It will be, "25!" "Amazing! What you've achieved so young, but at least you are a real adult and I will listen to what you say as it now has more legitimacy."

Such is the blessing of living. And the blessing of calendars. And the blessing of a culture bent on self-aggrandizement where I can turn one day into a four week bachinal. Yes.

So tonight I am going into Brooklyn with about 12 of my new friends - and some old ones from my distant, never to return again BYU days - to Relish, a hip fun diner in Williamsburg then to my friend Helen's place where she is throwing a huge bash.

ME!