22 and life to go.
I was lying in bed and I had a realization...I had forgotten to blog today! So, I hauled my sleepy ass out of bed and here I am.
My birthday is Sunday. It is funny how as you grow older birthdays become less of a big deal. I remember being eleven years old and dying of anticipation waiting for November 11th to roll around, for my friends to arrive, the cake to be cut, the pinata to busted, and the fun to be had.
Last year was a benchmark birthday and really the last of the big hurrahs. Sure, I can have a big three-oh and then the dreaded four-oh, but the big parties complete with Barbie cakes and hours worth of decorations are long gone.
It is with this bittersweet thought in mind that I have decided to revisit my childhood for this birthday. Instead of doing the normal twenty-something bar-based bash, I have decided to spend the night surrounded by my nearest and dearest in a bowling alley/lazer tag/arcade type establishment, just as I did eleven years ago.
I think I deserve one more hurrah, crack out the Barbie cake and the streamers...it's birthday time.
My birthday is Sunday. It is funny how as you grow older birthdays become less of a big deal. I remember being eleven years old and dying of anticipation waiting for November 11th to roll around, for my friends to arrive, the cake to be cut, the pinata to busted, and the fun to be had.
Last year was a benchmark birthday and really the last of the big hurrahs. Sure, I can have a big three-oh and then the dreaded four-oh, but the big parties complete with Barbie cakes and hours worth of decorations are long gone.
It is with this bittersweet thought in mind that I have decided to revisit my childhood for this birthday. Instead of doing the normal twenty-something bar-based bash, I have decided to spend the night surrounded by my nearest and dearest in a bowling alley/lazer tag/arcade type establishment, just as I did eleven years ago.
I think I deserve one more hurrah, crack out the Barbie cake and the streamers...it's birthday time.