yesterday, when you were young

Tell me your friends threw you a better 22nd birthday, and I will tell you you are wrong.

(photo cred. to Brooke Glassford) 

There were shrimp and grits, a lemon pound cake, two puppies, firefly and lemonade, giant tissue paper flowers hanging from the ceiling, and lots of dancing to an obscenely catchy song that I am scared to put on the internet under my name, but will sing to you if you ask me in real life. Who loves all those things? <thumbs>. This girl. It was the kind of night you lie in bed thinking about for hours, so I slept embarrassingly late for a new 22-year-old.

The night goes down in the books just under September 28, 2001. My first kiss. At a Destiny’s Child concert. During Amazing Grace. Sung a cappella. I was so classy in 8th grade. The lemon pound cake was good, but not as good as double mint gum in a 14 year old boy’s mouth.

Nonetheless, the birthday was smashing, and I can’t believe so many spectacular, kind, loving people all decided to be friends with me. It’s like when you walk into Anthropologie, and you think to yourself  ’how do they find so many beautiful things and get them all in one place?’ That’s my friends, and they cook. It’s totally not fair for the rest of the world, but they probably didn’t have their first kisses at Destiny’s Child concerts. You win some, you lose some.

So my birthday has come and gone, and we all know what that means. Fall. The most wonderful time of the year. I even got offered a pumpkin spice latte sample at Panera last Thursday. If that doesn’t mean fall is coming, I just don’t know what does.