It’s my birthday today! If you forgot, here’s the perfect opportunity to cover that up. Just phone me or e-mail me or put a happy comment on this entry.
Thoughts on being 23: A Masonic age. An in-between year, kind of non-descript. Like 22, 23 seems younger than 21. 24, on the other hand, seems very old, the true start of the mid-twenties. On the other hand, a classmate of mine told me today that 23 was a very good year for her. Guess we’ll see.
This is the first birthday that I’m milking for not one, but two (two and a half, really) birthday parties. This last weekend I went back to Berkeley and had a joint birthday dinner with my dad, then a joint birthday party with Devin. This weekend I’m throwing a picnic followed by a bunch of drinking.
I know there’s nothing very exciting in these pithy observations. But all I know is: I love my birthday.