It’s the same thing every birthday, you know, the questions like “So how’s it feel to be x years old…” What do people expect me to answer, oh well I feel sooo old and tired…? No, you feel the same as you did yesterday. Theres nothing to celebrate being 22 for, except maybe that your starting your “real life” and only have to wait three more years until you can rent a car.
Birthday dinner was good times. We went to Home Grown, which changed their menu again (basically just making everything more expensive.) They still had the Black & White chicken I love, as well as the most amazing spinich artichoke dip in the whole world.
Tonight we’re celebrating Tuiach’s 21st so this should make for an obviously sloppy night.