The age doesn't compute to all the things I still have yet to do in my life that I thought would have at least been attempted by now. I'm in arrested development and if it was 30, 10 years younger, THEN it would feel right.
I wish I could ask my friends to go along with a deception and pretend that I'm turning 30 next week. But the reason I like them is that they do not live in fantasy worlds. Damn them! Damn their responsible souls!
So, my birthday snuck up on me. Or I've been trying not to think about it, maybe? I have no plans. I wanted to get a lot of unfinished stuff from last year (2008= ick, pooey, ick!) done. But there's no way that will all be completed in a few days.
I am thinking of holding a brunch next weekend in my apartment so my friends could bring their partners and their kids; therefore, allowing more people to come than could come to a nighttime dinner out someplace. But I'll have to rearrange my crowded living room in order for this to happen. I would also like my place to look more adult cohesive and less college student smorgasbord too. I'll be writing about getting my place together on SHELTER this next week so check me out over there.
Oh, if you have any quick and cheap brunch recipes, feel free to send those my way. Wish me luck!