The 2-3
So Liz posted this pic on her LJ and that reminded me that 1) I never posted it and 2) I never really talked about my birthday. So, because my fingers are hurtin on the mando and my bread's just gone into the oven, here we go:
I'm 23 now. I don't feel old yet. I'm actually kind of happy about 23, as it puts me more squarely into "20-something" as opposed to "college student." This may be partly due to the fact that I hang out with adults and young people all 2-10 years older than me these days.
When I go back to Arcadia, though, I'm always the oldest. My best friends at home are all a few months to a few years younger. I'm the old lady. So in true fogey style we hit it to Harpoon Harry's for some cocktails and fried things. It was a quiet night at the 'Poon, so they closed up at midnight and afterward we went to Liz's place and just sat around and talked and laughed for hours. I'd tell you some of the funniest bits but they aren't for gentle ears. (Hey Liz, what's that about hands and measuring? HA) It was a good night.
Also, Mom gave me a Pendleton blanket for my birthday! A very Oregon gift. I love it.
