Would someone please explain to me why it is socially acceptable for people to take their friends out on their birthdays, buy them continuous shots of things the person would not normally drink (ie: sweaty alligator) and mock them when they then spend the rest of their night hugging the porcelin throne?
Honest to god, I don't think I drank that much on my 21st.
This morning was rough. I finally escaped the bathroom around 5 a.m., able to at least put my head down withouth the spins occuring. Then I had horrible dreams about missing my flight tomorrow and being stuck in Ann Arbor. Shudder.
But for now, let's not think of such things.
Because today I'm 30, as I so emphatically declared in my drunken post of last night.
Wow. There are so many more things I had expected to have done by now. And the list isn't getting any shorter. No. It's getting longer. When I was still sober early in the evening last night I started thinking about where I was 10 years ago. It was 1995. First semester of junior year of college. I had just finished pledging and more than likely spent my birthday that year at some AXP midnighter or downing bottles of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill at 14 South. That silly little girl had no clue what she was in for.
I doubt I'd even recognize myself. Back then it was all about who was having the party and could we get on the list. Now, well, now it's more about a quiet night in on a Friday with a cup of cranberry juice (keeps away the kidney stones).
I'm not sure what I expected 30 to feel like. Kaz talked about it a few weeks ago in her own post about turning 30. The piano is a good analogy. Granted after all of the shots I did last night I was praying for a piano to fall on me this morning. Somehow, in the back of my head, I guess I'd wake up suddenly more mature and sure of myself about so many things I'm not.
Right now the only thing I'm sure of is that if I don't get moving soon I'm going to be late meeting Abbey for lunch and I still need to pack for my trip. Everything else, well, that's all up in the air but then again, that's half of what makes life fun.