May 16, 2009
It's that time again, my favorite day of the year! I love my birthday because it gives me an excuse to spend time or interact with a lot of people that I love. The attention doesn't hurt either. This year was sweetened by ice cream cake from Brian, shared with my family over Skype. It's tradition to have cake with family, and I'm happy when traditions don't have to break. On the day of, Brian took me to see ART at the Steppenwolf Theatre in Chicago:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%27Art%27_(play)
Pre-play we grubbed on lunch at the Goose Island microbrewery. They have a really cool beer menu. I enjoyed the play for the experience and for the talent and professionalism of the actors. I think I would have been more enjoyable if it was about contemporary art instead of modern art, because then it would be more 21st century rather than 90's. (The play was actually played in the 90s and they brought it back to "re-air", which some critics frown upon because they think it's lazy. Or something like that.)
I turned 23 last Saturday and this is the birthday that the effects of aging were present with me. At my 20th birthday, I noticed running and being hyper were BLEH. That must be when I started climbing the over-the-hill hill. Now at my age, the stomach is no longer flat, the jeans no longer fit, and the weight no longer drops overnight. The battle of Ivana vs. Metabolism commences.