Birthday

getting ready to blow out the candles

It’s been almost a week since my birthday. It’s finally set in that I’m a year older, so I guess I can blog about it.

Middle-of-the-week birthdays are a challenge. You have to work or go to school that day. Everyone else has to work or go to school. Celebrations can’t get too crazy because everyone has to go to work or school the next day.

That said, it was a pretty good day:

• I stopped to get coffee but realized I forgot my wallet. When I got into work, there was a gift card to the local convenience store on my desk, a gift from the publisher. I don’t think he knew how much I appreciated that.
• It was 55 degrees and sunny. I had time after work for a nice walk around the neighborhood.
• I baked the rainbow cookies my mom always baked for my birthdays. Everyone at work enjoyed them and when I got home there was another box of them in the mail from my mom. So there were rainbow cookies all week!
• Friends from work met me at the wine bar for a few copas. Carol bought a cheesecake and princess candles and they sang to me.
• We moved to the Wonder Bar, where local musician Chad Lore also sang happy birthday to me. He thought I was 21. I didn’t correct him.
• After dancing and chatting with the Caribbean guys we met the weekend before, the bar closed and we went back to a friend’s house to watch the Presidential reunion video.
• We watched videos until 2 a.m.

Low-key, but not. Late night, but worth it.

I certainly felt older when I woke up for work at 7 a.m. 25: The age you become too old to pretend you’re in college for the night and wake up feeling 100 percent.