Birthdays in retrospect…
When I turned one, I had the mumps.
When I turned 6, my sister gave me a giant pair of underwear with my name on them. I cried about it.
When I turned 13, my slumber party turned epic, when the boys slumber party from down the street came to visit at 4 a.m.
When I turned 21, I blacked out from too many Skylabs and hurricanes. I was carried home by my two best friends and had my first hangover.
When I turned 27, I had a joint party with my friend C. I was crazy paranoid I was going to die in my sleep and made my sister sleep in the bed with me when we got home that night. It’s also the night I took one of my favorite pictures of myself.
Yesterday I turned 33 and I could not have asked for a better birthday or a better group of friends. I slept late and took a nap. I snuggled with Jimmy the cat. I had a wonderful dinner at The Mermaid Inn, followed by dessert at Milk Bar (compost cookies!! cereal milk!!), and a few drinks at the old Rock Shop. I love my friends. 33 is not so bad.
