Tomorrow's My Birthday
Yep, tomorrow's the big day. 30--here I come. I thought, in honor of the end of my twenties, I'd jot down a list of things that, as a 30-something, I'll never do again (most of which I did as a 20-something):
1. I will never again stalk or make an ass of myself for the attentions of a guy (exception: Kevin)
2. I will never play "hookie" from a responsibility (1:00pm English Lit class; work) in order to stay home to watch Days of our Lives (but I'm not ruling out that I might do it for Passions)
3. I will not ever again eat cake frosting out of the can for breakfast
That's all that I can think of right now, but here is a list of things that I'm no longer allowed to do, as a 30-something:
1. Be on any of MTV's reality shows (Real World, Road Rules, etc. )
2. Be in the Miss America pageant
3.Be one of Hugh Hefner's 5 girlfriends (being 30 is the least of my short-comings in that department)
I guess growing up in a small town and going to small schools, I got used to everyone knowing when everyone else's birthdays were (Happy Birthday to Matt Grissom, who shares my birthday as well) and it was a big deal. Now that I'm older, and it is very much just another day, it's sort of a shock to the system. I remember 2 years ago, I went to work on my birthday. No one who was there that day knew it was my birthday. It felt like this dirty, little secret that I carried around with me all day. I wanted to yell, "How can you even begin to talk about merchandising this pillow display when IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE." Of course, I couldn't tell anyone because that would seem really pathetic and sad and I've never been an attention-seeker. This year I'm lucky because my best friends in the whole world (Erika, Catherine and Kevin) will be with me. They're the world's best at making birthdays special and from what I understand, they're scheming as I type.
Sayonara to my 20-something years! May you go and serve another girl who's just beginning her 20-something journey and serve her as well as you did me (but maybe without all of the stalking, vomiting and ass-making).
1. I will never again stalk or make an ass of myself for the attentions of a guy (exception: Kevin)
2. I will never play "hookie" from a responsibility (1:00pm English Lit class; work) in order to stay home to watch Days of our Lives (but I'm not ruling out that I might do it for Passions
3. I will not ever again eat cake frosting out of the can for breakfast
That's all that I can think of right now, but here is a list of things that I'm no longer allowed to do, as a 30-something:
1. Be on any of MTV's reality shows (Real World, Road Rules, etc. )
2. Be in the Miss America pageant
3.
I guess growing up in a small town and going to small schools, I got used to everyone knowing when everyone else's birthdays were (Happy Birthday to Matt Grissom, who shares my birthday as well) and it was a big deal. Now that I'm older, and it is very much just another day, it's sort of a shock to the system. I remember 2 years ago, I went to work on my birthday. No one who was there that day knew it was my birthday. It felt like this dirty, little secret that I carried around with me all day. I wanted to yell, "How can you even begin to talk about merchandising this pillow display when IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE." Of course, I couldn't tell anyone because that would seem really pathetic and sad and I've never been an attention-seeker. This year I'm lucky because my best friends in the whole world (Erika, Catherine and Kevin) will be with me. They're the world's best at making birthdays special and from what I understand, they're scheming as I type.
Sayonara to my 20-something years! May you go and serve another girl who's just beginning her 20-something journey and serve her as well as you did me (but maybe without all of the stalking, vomiting and ass-making).
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