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!
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maaaan...happy birthday! now that you're older and wiser, you should be able to advance from certain sock use. mmhmmmmm.
wow that was graphic. honestly, adult or "adult"? be honest. just be natural, man.
oh and way to go! you totally stayed alive for another year. yea! calendars are so anglican.
Happy Birthday!! It took me a little exploring and investigating to know who The Maybe One is, but now I know your secret identity and the jig is up. Happy Happy Birthday, again!
Hi, Collin!
I'm going to turn 25 in October, but because I still look like I'm 18, I think people still won't listen to what I have to say! :)
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