363 days....
20 years old seems so old. I haven't quite processed that I'm not a teenager any more. It seems like the most fun years are behind me, but I feel like I have so much more fun I want to have.
I had an awesome birthday with tons of phone calls and facebook messages, etc. My mom made my favorite sticky buns for breakfast and I bummed around in my pajamas until Alex came over with a present/to say goodbye. Then I met Colleen at Atlanta Bread for lunch. I sure have missed her. Then I hung around and watched the high school all star football game with my dad, watching to see who was signing with ND. We've got quite a few recruits. Laura Jane stopped by while Mom was making dinner and we visited for a while.
At my request, Mom made shish kebobs and twice baked potatoes. I decorated my chocolate cake, but I didn't put any baby booties on it. Dinner was delightful, followed by a round of presents -- a ND hat, a shirt, a belt, an umbrella, film for my camera, an iPod car charger from Alexander, a Camp Rap-A-Hope blanket, and the entire collection of Little Rascals on DVD.
Afterward, I went over to Chris's. He had made me promise I would come to his party, and it was fun. James and Casey were there, and Casey's special lady friend from Arizona, Brian Upton and Whitney (for a while), and Adam Adrianopolis. I watched them play several-many rounds of beer pong, champagne pong, and Zima pong. The alcohol was freely flowing and the good times were rolling. There was an attempt at Bocce in the dark, but it was too hard to see the "jack" or the "chambeaux" and we called it for some reason, so we postponed the game to be continued tonight at James's. At midnight they all sang to me and we toasted to the countdown to my next birthday. It was not exactly the crowd I would have imagined for my 20th birthday party, but it was an evening well-spent.
When I watch those guys I kind of get jealous of their friendship. They have all changed a lot since McGill, but they're still the very best of friends. I feel like my friend groups are all falling apart. I can't get together with my groups of friends anymore, but instead have to get together with people individually because this one can't be around that one, and this one's mad about such and such, etc. So for lack of a solid group of friends, I'll just latch on to a group that has managed to survive and hang on for the ride.
Some points of the night were odd or even awkward...I've never talked to Adam Adrianopolis in my life, but he sure was friendly to the point of making me feel awkard....then there's Brian telling me about getting his first New Year's Midnight kiss from his boyfriend this year. Way to make me feel worthless here with my virgin lips on my 20th birthday. Alas.
Tonight is the continuation of last night. James is cooking a "The Sun Also Rises" dinner at Chez Coleman, so I'm headed over there for the Sunday night remix.
I had an awesome birthday with tons of phone calls and facebook messages, etc. My mom made my favorite sticky buns for breakfast and I bummed around in my pajamas until Alex came over with a present/to say goodbye. Then I met Colleen at Atlanta Bread for lunch. I sure have missed her. Then I hung around and watched the high school all star football game with my dad, watching to see who was signing with ND. We've got quite a few recruits. Laura Jane stopped by while Mom was making dinner and we visited for a while.
At my request, Mom made shish kebobs and twice baked potatoes. I decorated my chocolate cake, but I didn't put any baby booties on it. Dinner was delightful, followed by a round of presents -- a ND hat, a shirt, a belt, an umbrella, film for my camera, an iPod car charger from Alexander, a Camp Rap-A-Hope blanket, and the entire collection of Little Rascals on DVD.
Afterward, I went over to Chris's. He had made me promise I would come to his party, and it was fun. James and Casey were there, and Casey's special lady friend from Arizona, Brian Upton and Whitney (for a while), and Adam Adrianopolis. I watched them play several-many rounds of beer pong, champagne pong, and Zima pong. The alcohol was freely flowing and the good times were rolling. There was an attempt at Bocce in the dark, but it was too hard to see the "jack" or the "chambeaux" and we called it for some reason, so we postponed the game to be continued tonight at James's. At midnight they all sang to me and we toasted to the countdown to my next birthday. It was not exactly the crowd I would have imagined for my 20th birthday party, but it was an evening well-spent.
When I watch those guys I kind of get jealous of their friendship. They have all changed a lot since McGill, but they're still the very best of friends. I feel like my friend groups are all falling apart. I can't get together with my groups of friends anymore, but instead have to get together with people individually because this one can't be around that one, and this one's mad about such and such, etc. So for lack of a solid group of friends, I'll just latch on to a group that has managed to survive and hang on for the ride.
Some points of the night were odd or even awkward...I've never talked to Adam Adrianopolis in my life, but he sure was friendly to the point of making me feel awkard....then there's Brian telling me about getting his first New Year's Midnight kiss from his boyfriend this year. Way to make me feel worthless here with my virgin lips on my 20th birthday. Alas.
Tonight is the continuation of last night. James is cooking a "The Sun Also Rises" dinner at Chez Coleman, so I'm headed over there for the Sunday night remix.