…it’s my birthday, too! That is right, as of 10:30 am central standard time, I turned 26. I always think birthdays are weird because one, they mark the end of the year you turn (so I am marking the end of my 26th year of my life and beginning my 27th) and two, attention is on you for nothing you have actually done – it can feel weird, but at the same time most of us usually like it, too?! I always feel bipolar about my birthday. I have felt loved this year by my dear friends. They threw me a surprise party on Friday and I loved walking in to my home filled with people I love – I even had a friend drive in from out of town for the party – basically, I have great friends. And they didn’t have a traditional birthday cake for me – no, instead I had a plate with candles melted into it and macaroons staked like a mini cake (made by my amazingly talented roommate, Karyn). It was a fun night, and there are a few more fun nights ahead to keep this celebration going. Starting with after this long day of work, going out to The Bachelor Farmer with a few of my girlfriends. It is this great new restaurant in the North Loop that I have been wanting to try for awhile now, so why not go when we have a reason to celebrate?! If I have to get older, I might as well use it as an excuse to get dolled up and party with the people I love.
How do you feel about your birthday? Do you like to stretch out the celebration? For those of you that have lived age 26, how is it?!