Mark's birthday celebration yesterday was a lot of fun. The afternoon drinks turned into nighttime drinks, which inevitably turned into morning drinks. I was a little worried about how the cake would taste, and while wasn't amazing (I realized I got the wrong kind of pears, oops!), I definitely think it added a nice touch to the evening.
So yeah, it's not the prettiest looking cake either. The chocolate chips gravitated towards the middle—I have no idea why. Even though Mark turned 33, he told everyone it was his 26th birthday. More power to him—everyone was certainly acting younger than they were anyway!
Here I am with the birthday boy. It was nice hanging out with all my boyfriend's friends—especially since I told you in this post that I really have been missing guy camaraderie lately.
I'm turning 29 in a few weeks, but I certainly don't feel it. (Or look it, right?!) Age ain't nuthin' but a number, mmm hmm. I feel like a different age for different aspects of my life:
-Physically, I feel 28. My knees crack a little more than they used to, but yoga has fixed my sore left hip. I'm feelin' a'ight.
-Financially, 23. Living paycheck to paycheck is not fun—I can't believe I've been doing it for six years. Ughhh.
-When I party until 4am, and wake up at 2pm with five different stamps on my hand, feeling like my head might explode, I feel 19. When will I grow up?
-50, when I'm home relaxing on my couch on a Friday night with a movie and popcorn. Waking up Saturday mornings without a hangover is the best.
-Everyone my age seems to have a raging biological clock except for me. In this regard, I feel 18. I'm still selfish and confused—I can't be responsible for anyone else yet!
You get the point. Tell me: How old are you and how old do you FEEL?