Jun 12, 2009 16:11
The last thing I did as a twenty-five year-old was watch A Better Tomorrow, with the climax (and ultimate triumph of justice) occurring just after midnight. I then did what I usually do and listened to Black Celebration, though this year remastered on 180-gram vinyl, then watched A Better Tomorrow II and passed out.
Today I ate pie for breakfast, have drank multiple cups of amazing lapsang souchong, had scrambled eggs for lunch and got a haircut. Tonight I'm meeting friends for drinks, eating at my new favorite Chinese restaurant (that's not in Chinatown, mind you) and then doing something silly and fun, like playing arcades at the beach and/or bowling (I was hoping for minigolf, but it's supposed to rain). Tomorrow is dinner with a friend, then probably listening to records and drinking wine. The black celebration is low-key this year, though it's still shaping up to be fun.
The twenty-fifth year of my life was like battling through every circle of Hell about 80% of the time. Given that, the only place I can really go is up. The only present I really want this year is for things in general to get better (this includes, first and foremost, a new job). I have high hopes for this year--I really do. Let's just hope that I'm right.