It's my birthday. I am turning 25. I've been feeling lately like that ought to be significant, or by now "I" ought to be significant (I am entering my 21st year in school, is that an accomplishment?), but right now I am feeling ok to just enjoy the day. Matt was extra super wonderful to me all weekend, and besides dragging me across the park until my shoulders turned in to hot red tomatoes, we've done a lot of nice/ productive Sandlin-centric stuff this weekend. On Friday, my bay-mate and I headed into the strip district for a wine tasting, which made us feel classy. Matt joined us and we followed that up with tapas at a posh Carribean restaurant Kaya.
Saturday after a cold shower and long nap (that car show was scorching!) we went to a nice fish place called Mitchell's. I'd heard this place was nice and affordable, and our waiter helped us avoid the farmed fishes, so we enjoyed a really tasty guilt-free meal. Sunday I got to open my birthday present- a new Kelty backpack, replete with pockets, lashings and space. I am packing into it for my trip to Madison.
At work today, we got to celebrate a labmate turning in his comprehensive exam (for a different department), so coffee and donuts in the morning. We all walked out for lunch time salads and then my bay-mate brought in a HUGE chocolate cake from the cities BEST bakery, the Oakmont. And just when I thought I couldn't move again for celebrating, they brought me a Bubble Tea. The bubbles remind me too much of fish eyes, but Matt found you can get a lot of distance of a tapioca ball shot back through its straw. No less than TWO cutlery related packages arrived, so I am organizing the knives in the woodblock to maximize kitchen efficiency and sharpening my old dull knifes. How fun!
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Happy birthday to you! As someone who has been at least 25 for a few years now, let me give you a quick preview of how it worked for me.
The good: Pretty much everything. Growing up has been pretty good to me, and as long as you don't let a number dictate your happiness, you can get away with pretty much anything you want.
The bad: All of your friends complaining about how they're getting 'old' as they approach 30.
-N
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