The 20-Something's Chronicles of an LA Life

Sneak a peek into the life of a single, 20-something female who is not in the entertainment industry and who does not have fake breasts. Yes, we do exist. What you are about to read is based on fact and is not for the weak of stomach. You have been warned.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Adios 27


So, the day is almost here. That dreaded day - my birthday. On Sunday, I will be surpassing 27 and aging to the big 2-8. And it makes me want to gulp - lots of booze. Just kidding, kinda.

I have this recurring nightmare that on the morning of my 28th birthday, I wake up and I have wrinkles all around my eyes and I lose two teeth. Irrational, yes, but, the truth is, I'm getting up there. Some of you may be rolling your eyes in disgust, but, last year was the first year that I didn't look forward to getting older. The pressure is on. My only next milestone (16-drive, 18-vote, 19-drink in Canada, 21-drink in US) is 65-AARP membership. Wahoo.

This weekend I drink to another year gone another year's worth of braincells gone. But, I have a feeling that although I'm feeling a little blue about the day, that my friends are going to make it one hell of a good time.

I must admit, though, that 27 has been a riot. I've seen a lot of things and met a lot of people and have definitely bettered my life significantly. I thought about setting "goals" for 28 but, why put that added pressure on myself? I'm already dosing my face with layers and layers of cream and brushing my teeth at least 4 times a day. I'll be happy if I maintain my wrinkle-free eyes and all of my teeth. Consider that my goal.

My birthday is always an adventure because it's always the day before Halloween. The best part is, I always get to look different on my birthday because we dress up - so at least if I do get the instant wrinkles and lose some teeth, it'll be in style and I'll just claim I'm trailer trash for Halloween and then I will put the petal to the metal for Extreme Makeover.

So wish me luck. Wish me lots of great times and lots of great presents, I mean, memories. No, I mean presents. Cash and credit will also be well-received - send them all to me c/o the blog.

Here I go - into the land of my "late" 20s. I better sew those oats while I can (excuse me - what does it actually mean to sew oats?). I jumping feet first and hopefully, I'll have plenty of writing material upon my return!!!

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