And the day has arrived...

Well, at 11:30 something this morning I will officially be 29.

I went out last night to the John Barleycorn bar and had quite a fantastic time. Drank, ate, danced, then danced some more. And surprisingly, I didn't get drunk, despite my large amount of alcohol consumed ( 2 cranberry/vodkas, 1 long island ice tea, and 3 jager birthday shots).

We had a big table of all of my lovely friends and Cory decided to just start a tab and the waitress can split it later or whatever. Well, by the end of the night, Cory gets the bill for $502.50. Then don't forget to add the tip! So bring that up to $600 even. We decided we're going to frame it. I mean, people chipped in as they were leaving, don't get me wrong, and people either generously gave too much (thank you) or thought they were giving enough but really weren't. So in cory's pocket right now is about $350 which means cory's part of the bill was $250. As he was signing the bill he leaned over to me and said, "Well, I guess this is your birthday present!" I told him to think again. I mean, he decided to do the whole tab thing, which NEVER works out, We probably racked up $100 out of that $250. But such is life. We had a good time and that's what matters.

It's 9:08 now and I am sitting here on my couch, streaming U2 audio clips from their website. (I'm still in need of one more night of concert tickets, if you can believe it!) No one has called me yet to wish me a happy birthday. Hmmm. Usually one of my parents has called by now.

I'm feeling a bit pensive. I guess like all of us, I don't really like getting older. It seems that every year around my birthday I have major reality check syndrome. I start questioning everything in my life, am I really happy, am I doing all the things I want to do, have I done enough, is this going to work out, is that going to work out, blah blah blah. I guess I'm not a big fan of how the older you get, the more complicated things become. And I mean com. pli. cated. Boy if I could go back to the days when having an hour's worth of tedious long division homework was my biggest nightmare.

It's 9:14...I guess I should sign off, not write too big of a novel here otherwise I'll start to get really pensive, which is not what I want to do on my birthday. Cheers everyone!

-Listening to U2's Electrical Storm...You're in my mind all of the time, I know it 's not enough- and if the sky can crack, there must be some way back, for love and only love...