Don't cry for me Argentina
"Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear;
'Tis but the funeral of the former year."
Oh, did you really think that my red wine loving ass would actually be hungover right now and/or in the fetal position in an alley in Adam’s Morgan? Alas not. I actually spent my 23rd birthday evening with a very good looking blond. Like really, really good looking, jaw droppingly handsome and so very sweet.
I’d show you a picture but because the internet is apparently chock full of assholes full of more vitriol and hate than I could ever, ever claim to have, so I cannot. But my God, you should be jealous.
Tonight there will be gnocchi, camembert and wine with some of my favorites (though you two and you know who you are, will surely be missed) and I will not think about being dramatic or that I’m a bad person or how bizarre some things are. I will enjoy myself and be very willing to start this 23rd year with an open mind and I might even remove that protective barrier I’ve come to know and love.
So, thank you all for the wonderful birthday wishes and have a most splendid weekend.
P.S. Have you heard of the Hoagies?? No! Then get the to Heather Anne post haste
P.P.S. What?! You’ve not heard of Heather Anne?? Ohh, so you’ve been living under the same rock that I’ve been under. The light, it’s so bright…