Here We are
I'm 21 years old. So I can basically do anything now...
I'll tell the story from the beginning.
Friday, Tyler and I were on our way out to dinner (la cha, don't get excited), and he said that we needed to go up to his room and get his keys. I walked in and the beautiful turquoise box with the white satin ribbon was sitting on this desk with a card reading my name. I opened it, only to find the most beautiful necklace that I'd ever seen, a delicate gold chain with a floating crystal in the shape of a heart. I am never going to take it off, its absolutely lovely. So I am basking in the glow of Tiffany's crystal, and we go off and I get indigestion from cheap mexican food after a somewhat dismal friday, its a very magical tale, I know.
Saturday morning brought a rush workshop, I really fucking hate those things, maybe I just hate rush, wait... yes. So that took up four hours, then I got ready to meet my senile grandfather and the woman that he married 5 months after my grandmother died so that they could see the house and then I could let them follow Tyler and I to Indy to meet my parents and brother for dinner.
We get there, and my parents and John are a sight for sore eyes, Ruths Chris steakhouse is somewhat of a breeding ground for middle aged women with breast implants wearing clothes that are too young for them but whatever. It was a really delicious meal, of course everyone except Tyler, my 12 year old brother and myself got drunk off of red wine, but the presents were amazing. I feel like the little princess, after this weekend.
The sad part comes now, I didn't, thats right... DID NOT go to the bar, nor did I buy alcohol, nor did I attempt to walk down the street with an open container... I don't know why but I didn't really feel like it. I know, its disappointing, but I found turning 21 to be anti climactic and have concluded that receiving a coach bag, ipod and tiffanys necklace are far superior to the prospect of getting smashed. Maybe that is the adult in my trying to break free, or maybe I will just get drunk tonight instead of doing homework.
And so life continues onward, Truffle, my hedgehog died last week, so Rob bought a new baby one named Petunia and he is coming to visit this weekend to show her to me and probably talk me into illegally supplying he and his room mates with booze. I might as well, nothing else to do. Besides, this weekend all of those dirty freshmen are allowed on Greek property so it will be likened to a scene from "Animal House" everywhere on DePauws campus anyway. I think that it will be one of those weekends that I stay in my pajamas and just do whatever I want, not necessarily including drinking, but its always a possibility.
In conclusion, my 21st birthday was a success, and I can't think of a nicer day to celebrate one year of being with Tyler... I'm so grown up in so many ways... but not too many.
I'll tell the story from the beginning.
Friday, Tyler and I were on our way out to dinner (la cha, don't get excited), and he said that we needed to go up to his room and get his keys. I walked in and the beautiful turquoise box with the white satin ribbon was sitting on this desk with a card reading my name. I opened it, only to find the most beautiful necklace that I'd ever seen, a delicate gold chain with a floating crystal in the shape of a heart. I am never going to take it off, its absolutely lovely. So I am basking in the glow of Tiffany's crystal, and we go off and I get indigestion from cheap mexican food after a somewhat dismal friday, its a very magical tale, I know.
Saturday morning brought a rush workshop, I really fucking hate those things, maybe I just hate rush, wait... yes. So that took up four hours, then I got ready to meet my senile grandfather and the woman that he married 5 months after my grandmother died so that they could see the house and then I could let them follow Tyler and I to Indy to meet my parents and brother for dinner.
We get there, and my parents and John are a sight for sore eyes, Ruths Chris steakhouse is somewhat of a breeding ground for middle aged women with breast implants wearing clothes that are too young for them but whatever. It was a really delicious meal, of course everyone except Tyler, my 12 year old brother and myself got drunk off of red wine, but the presents were amazing. I feel like the little princess, after this weekend.
The sad part comes now, I didn't, thats right... DID NOT go to the bar, nor did I buy alcohol, nor did I attempt to walk down the street with an open container... I don't know why but I didn't really feel like it. I know, its disappointing, but I found turning 21 to be anti climactic and have concluded that receiving a coach bag, ipod and tiffanys necklace are far superior to the prospect of getting smashed. Maybe that is the adult in my trying to break free, or maybe I will just get drunk tonight instead of doing homework.
And so life continues onward, Truffle, my hedgehog died last week, so Rob bought a new baby one named Petunia and he is coming to visit this weekend to show her to me and probably talk me into illegally supplying he and his room mates with booze. I might as well, nothing else to do. Besides, this weekend all of those dirty freshmen are allowed on Greek property so it will be likened to a scene from "Animal House" everywhere on DePauws campus anyway. I think that it will be one of those weekends that I stay in my pajamas and just do whatever I want, not necessarily including drinking, but its always a possibility.
In conclusion, my 21st birthday was a success, and I can't think of a nicer day to celebrate one year of being with Tyler... I'm so grown up in so many ways... but not too many.