I actually turned 21 after a couple years of pretending I already had. It feels good, I guess. It would have felt better if they hadn't have asked for an alternate form of identification when I showed them my REAL I.D. for once. I guess I've changed a little since I was 16 with a spray tan, chapel skirt and sweater vest. Actually, let me go ahead and take that as a compliment. Those were the days. So they say. I like to think these are the days though.
I woke up the next moring cozy in my bed with a nice suade Indiana Jones hat that I stole from a hat stand in a bar, bruises and a pizza in my fridge. I have great friends. I have yet to take another sip of alcohol since. But I'll be in Little Italy soon.
I refuse to think that this year was the last birthday milestone though...what about 22, my lucky number? Or 25, when I'm able to rent a car...
Rachel and I went on a grown up, best-friend dinner date the night after my birthday at the Belmont. It was complete with valet parking and champagne. What we didn't ask for was the dumb blonde in the cheetah sweater at the bar next to our table. Her voice voice was at least ten octaves higher than any normal human being and her IQ was at least 50 points lower than the average 7 year old. Rachel kindly asked our waitress if she could be removed from the restaurant when we just couldn't handle anymore "take a picture of me, take a picture of me, oh let me look at it". We sat on the same side of our booth starring at her with our mouths open, I'm pretty sure. Christmas Wish: Please God never let me be that girl. Thank you.
I was supposed to be in Cancun after my birthday with mom, but that didn't work out thanks to Mother Nature. She decided that the Northeast should get two feet of snow and the airports should get backed up. Our flights cancelled for two days, so we gave up on the beach and went shopping. I'm happy, though. Being home is a perfect birthday present and it makes going to New York that much more exciting...so be nice Mother Nature.
I can't wait to be back in my favorite place. It's all I can think about.
Merry Christmas y'all! Enjoy every second of the holidays.
Eat a cookie, hug your family extra tight, thank a soldier and see the Blind Side.
Page Thirty-Six: Finally Thankful
You learn a lot about yourself when you begin losing people you don't want to see go, I think. I learned that as comfortable as I am with myself, I still have missing pieces. I learned that I actually am capable of tears and have been on the fast and easy track my whole life without even realizing it. Maybe I'm coming off that track and maybe I'll have to work harder now for things I love. Maybe my life won't just work out perfectly like it always has. After almost 5 months, I think I'm finally OK with that.
Thanksgiving came at a perfect time. When someone goes away it's good to know you still have the ones you don't think about enough. Home felt good.
Sometimes there's no resolve, sometimes you just get tired of being sad. I got tired of it. So, I'm just going to stop. I remembered something called 'perspective' this Thanksgiving. I remembered that sometimes our own is the worst.
This year, Thanksgiving was so much more than being fat and happy for four days, guilt free.
Like I say, I don't know much but what I do know is that an hour of getting beat in tennis by your parents can almost delete a semester of sleepless nights, John Mayer speaks the truth, and it really is friends, lovers or nothing, there's no inbetween so give it up, and lastly, people change but New York City will always be the same.
Happy December Y'all
Thanksgiving came at a perfect time. When someone goes away it's good to know you still have the ones you don't think about enough. Home felt good.
Sometimes there's no resolve, sometimes you just get tired of being sad. I got tired of it. So, I'm just going to stop. I remembered something called 'perspective' this Thanksgiving. I remembered that sometimes our own is the worst.
This year, Thanksgiving was so much more than being fat and happy for four days, guilt free.
Like I say, I don't know much but what I do know is that an hour of getting beat in tennis by your parents can almost delete a semester of sleepless nights, John Mayer speaks the truth, and it really is friends, lovers or nothing, there's no inbetween so give it up, and lastly, people change but New York City will always be the same.
Happy December Y'all
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