Tuesday was my 28th birthday. I went through this whole thing in my head where I suddenly realized (duh) that that means I am not starting my 28th year on the planet, but rather I have already lived 28 years and I am embarking on my 29th rotation around the sun. Because I was zero when I was born, see? It’s funny that I had no problem wrapping my head around the fact that the millennium was actually 2001, not 2000, but I never really thought about what one’s age really means.
Anyway, embarrassing realization aside, I had a wonderful birthday. One thing that Facebook has enabled (besides hours of procrastination) is receiving lots of birthday wishes from people who otherwise would never remember your birthday…e.g., your sister’s neighbor, your second-cousin-once-removed, your brother’s high school friend, etc. I got literally dozens of “happy birthday” messages on Facebook, plus some very entertaining phone calls and text messages from family members and friends. My friend Vanessa took me out for a delicious Tamale Tuesday lunch, and then about a dozen co-workers and other friends all joined in my after-work birthday beers celebration at my favorite Irish pub, Conor O’Neills! We did the 2nd annual birthday carbomb race, and I won (out of a field of 8, I believe). Woohoo, 28 years old and I can still drink with the best of them! Then we partook of the 99 cent Taco Tuesday menu (it was an alliterative day) at Juanita’s, and finished off with a nightcap at Pearl Street Pub. The number of people who came out for my birthday celebration plus all the great messages I got through the day made me feel very loved. I have good people in my life.
I think that 28 (29?) is going to be a good year.
