…to me.
It’s my 23rd birthday today. It was nice that it happened to land on Memorial Day this year – who doesn’t like to have the day off on their birthday?
I was thinking back to last year’s Birthday Blues and how I was feeling at that time. It seems like ages ago that we were in London celebrating my 22nd. Now here we are in Portland celebrating my 23rd. Crazy.
We had sort of a ho-hum weekend. A short hike yesterday at a small mountain nearby and dinner at “King of the Roll”, a Japanese/sushi place up the street. Today Ben had to work but got to leave early so we went to Old Orchard Beach for the afternoon which was fun. Old Orchard Beach is a touristy little coastal town south of Portland – with lots of kitschy shops, funnel cakes, and carnival rides on the beach. We enjoyed a beer and lobster roll on the pier and walked in the sand – so that was nice – and ended the evening havng drinks with friends.
I talked to my older sister today and she said something to the effect of “I hate to tell you this, but birthdays just aren’t as exciting as you get older as they used to be”.
So true. Maybe I’ll break the cycle by livin’ it up next year and actually staying out past 11:00pm. But for now – I’m off to bed. See you next year birthday!
Yup, birthdays past 21 are pretty boring. But happy birthday anyway!!!