25 in 25

Quick, before the day ends, I have to tell someone - I'll be 25 in 25 days. I can't wait. My birthday is my favorite holiday of the year, in front of 4th of July; which is tied with Thanksgiving for 2nd place, and I guess Christmas behind them. My birthday is just that...my day. I don't mean that in a really snobby way, honestly. I don't even mind sharing it with someone else, which is good because someone at work had to be a jerk and tell me that 9 million other people share the same birthday as me anyway. I just mean it in the way like when you get a haircut and people notice and they say, "Hey did you get a haircut? It looks great". Shit, maybe I do love it being about me a little. But you know what, I think thats ok. If nothing else its an excuse to get a little over the top with the booze, a little crazy with the dancing, and possibly a little louder than normal. Plus, my birthday always falls during football season, which is nice because it's kind of a guaranteed party. This year it's on a Sunday. Bummer. BUT that also means I get to start celebrating excessively early. On the 1st, Clemson is away at Virginia Tech, so I'm sure they'll be something going on here in Gville. Actually Carol - aka Mama Hen - is flying down to do a split visit between here and ATL to see my sister and the baby, so it's sure to be a fun weekend. I know I mention her quite a bit but if you haven't met my mom, and you have the chance, do it. She's super laid back, goes with the flow, and loves to meet everyone. Give her a glass of wine or two and you'll be entertained.

Last year we started celebrating early, too. Celebrations had to start on Thursday because, duh, it was karaoke night at the local hot spot, Oysters. May the bar Rest In Peace, for it no longer exists and my days of being a regular pop diva are gone....until the next place pops up. Either way, let it be known that I love my birthday and plan on making this one really count.

It's the quarter century - the big 2-5. Time really flows by doesn't it. Feels like just yesterday I was taking extremely cheap shots in downtown Clemson at the great, Loose Change dressed in some weird hat my friends made for me for people to sign for my 21st birthday. Every year in high school it was like a tradition for someone to buy me a boa as a gift, too. I guess my birthday theme is tacky?


Regardless the point I want to make is this. I don't think I will ever be the person that doesn't want to celebrate their birthday. I don't think I will ever mind telling someone my age either. The line is "age is just a number" right? Yes and I think no. It's definitely about the way you act. You can change that - you're maturity level, how laid back you are or not, whether you're a 'fun sponge'....but when it comes to birthdays and how old you are, it's nothing you can change. Own it. I will. Till the last one I have. 85 and singing "Total Eclipse of the Heart" with a random like this. Whoop.


Happy Birthday to you 9 million out there today.