My Birthday Week

This is the twenty third year of my life. It started about twenty three hours ago. For all of 2009, though I was twenty two years old, I always seemed to tell people I was twenty three instead. I don't know where this idea came from and it didn't bother me, but when people ask me how old I am, I honestly have to stop and think about it.

This week has been dubbed my birthday week. Each day in some way shape or form I am celebrating my birthday:

Sunday wasn't too thrilling, but I did get a lot of reading done and I went to the grocery store, two of my favorite things to do ever.

On Monday I made an omelet for the first time ever. The excitement of this outstanding accomplishment, I knew, would be hard to beat.

Today, my actual birthday (technically I am writing this very early on Wednesday morning), was full of puppy chow and other good foods. I hung out with Anna, a friend I met from Tumblr and we had a great time at Hell's Kitchen. If you haven't been there, I highly suggest going, especially during happy hour when it's not crowded and the appetizer and drink specials are going on. Don't get the Tequila Mockingbird, even if you're tempted by it's clever name, it will not only taste sub-par but will also leave you wishing you'd just asked for straight-up tequila. And I never get just straight-up tequila. Flirt with the server, if her name is Rachael. And when you overhear that she does trapeze work, feel free to fantasize about that while she goes to get your check.

Tomorrow I'll be spending part of the afternoon with Tracy, a friend I met from work. She no longer works with me, but that's a long and not really explainable story. Anyway, she's got some soap for me, a part of my Christmas present that was en route to her when we had done our gift exchange. She'll probably have something for me for my birthday too, I'm not sure.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday I've got some long shifts at work but I'm gladly accepting the hours as I had too few offered to me during the holiday season. The hours that I'm home during those few days I'll probably never leave either the tub, my bed or my new desk that my dad got me for my combined birthday and Christmas present.

And technically this upcoming Sunday doesn't count as part of my birthday week, but I'm making the rules, so it does count. I'm having lunch with Mandy that day. I haven't seen her since right after she got back from Australia and since then she's had a trip to England to visit her boyfriend. It'll be good to see her again. That evening I'll be headed to my work's holiday party. We're having it a month late because it was impossible to schedule during December. I'll eat too much pizza and smile a lot. Depending on how late I stay at the party, I might meander down to the Gay 90's where I'll have a gay ol' time watching the ladies of LaFemme do drag. If I can convince Anna to dance a bit, we might get our groove on too. Who knows? I'll have to leave earlier than I did last time so I don't end up spending nearly twenty dollars to take a cab home. That was absurd.

And there you have it, my birthday week.