Every year, without fail, June 25th comes creeping in to steal away another year of my life and inconspicuously plant two more gray hairs that I won’t discover until I’ve just eaten an entire Little Caesars pizza at 10am and I go into the bathroom and notice them under the florescent lights. Oh, just me? Although, a quick smile was brought to my face when I received this present from one of my favorite bloggers on all of THE INTERNETS, Bea Schooled – she’s a brilliant photoshopping goddess. This could quite possibly be the most disgusting combination of things the world has ever known. Well done. And thank you from the bottom of my blackened heart for all the warm birthday wishes. They made me want to vomit.
Remember that introspective birthday post that you’ve been expecting? Yea, that can’t happen now because did you see that picture I just posted? There’s no way I can concentrate when Neil Diamond is in the room.
Last weekend, it occurred to me that sometime soon I might be approaching 30. It’s just a hunch I had. And I decided I need to do something about that. Like, stop time. Or, jump off a cliff. But then, I thought of all the whining you’d miss out on if I did that and I set myself straight. Panties unbundled, please.
Since I really hate keeping journals, yet I really love to remember things, yet I have a crappy memory I’ve thought of a brilliant idea. I’m going to chronicle the last year of my 20s by posting a picture that represents each day. I created a new Flickr set that is linked to my sidebar. It’s called Project Twenty-Nine and it’s my much less-adventurous, much more commitment-phobic version of the bucket list. For those of you who are too lazy to visit Flickr, I’ll do sort of a wrap up of the pictures by doing a The Week In Pictures post.
So we’re starting with my birthday eve – 6.24.11. I got together with my favorite girls and they knew exactly how to lift my spirits.
Homemade tiramisu.
Naked Goodwill barbies. It’s really tough to find the brunettes… I have such quality friends.
Then, the worst day of the year: my birthday… 6.25.11. My friend Jo got us free tix to see Lee DeWyze, who was playing in an outdoor venue downtown. I’ll be honest, I hadn’t heard his stuff before although I knew he’d won American Idol. I must say, he was rather good. Almost as good as the nachos.
Then, we met up with some of our other girls and got my favorite drink: Key Lime Martini.
At 11pm, we all sat in our cars in the parking lot determining whether or not we were too tired to go to another place. Then we got depressed because we were actually having that conversation. When the police finally broke us up cus we were blocking the entire gas station entrance, we went to another bar, where we scrunched on a couch outside and accidentally struck up a conversation with the keyboardist and drummer who were touring with Mr. Lee DeWyze.
It all started cus the keyboard player sneezed and I yelled, “Are you allergic to this town? Cus we definitely are.”
Then, they gave us some drum lessons on the street. And yes, I informed them I blog a lot and there would be a good chance they’d end up on there.
The evening ended at 6am. They were a blast and it was a good night. As far as birthdays go.
Oh, and Universe, you really outdid yourself this year with the hard drive crash with non-recoverable data, one grandma in the hospital, one grandpa dying and the ant infestation! Props to you!
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