I've pretty much been telling people I was 30 since I turned
28. After a certain point I was pretty much 30 in my mind. However it finally
happened this past Sunday. I turned 30. Had to say goodbye to my 20’s on a
Sunday. A short recap of my birthday weekend…
Sushi with a friend on Friday night. I believe I am lucky
enough to have the Sushi Yoshino minutes from my house, where they served the
Manhattan Roll. The.Bomb.Ass.Sushi.Roll. Afterwards we headed next door to the
local pub where my sissy works. A couple shots (one is too many for me) and
beers and I was hammered. Good times had by all and we’re off to Saturday...
Saturday morning woke up way too early and felt like I could use some water and Tylenol. Didn’t get a
nap. My beffy came over around 3 we ate and picked up my sissy, then headed to
the Little 5 Points Parade. It was fun. Saw some super cool costumes and
floats. The place was packed and crowds make me nervous, but it was a hella
good place for people watching. Headed back to the house with some pizza to
carve pumpkins. Per usual we complained of gutting pumpkins and sore hands. In
the end our little guys came out looking amazing. Sunday…
A good old friend woke me with a happy birthday text around
1am, which is my actual birth time. My phone continued to ring off the hook
from friends and facebook notifications of birthday wishes. Locked myself out
of the house, ran some errands, nap and then off to the Rents for bday dinner. Our
bday dinner was vegetable soup, my sister’s favorite. Got some money, that will
be going towards my car tag (kind of sad that my bday money is going to actual
grown up stuff), a basket full of goodies (etch sketch, gummy bears and pop
rocks), some GA tickets from the grandparents, and make up (to cover my old
age).
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