When I was the tender age of 22, I moved in with an old friend whom I hadn't spent much time with in the years leading up to this point. The first night that we lived together was a circus of hilarious events including many strangers (to both she and me) arriving at the apartment at various hours of the night after much debauchery. I then had to leave the shambles and the people behind and be at work at 8am the next day. I called her to apologize for arriving into her life like a hurricane and promised, "it won't always be like this."
this past weekend, after turning 34, I called her and said, "I finally realize it will always be like this."
Thanks to all who celebrated with me in reality and spirit this weekend. It was a great reminder that I will never grow up, I really don't want to, and that I still believe my friends have more fun in a day than most people do in a lifetime.
Soap box derbys and millions of champagnes. What could be better?
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I am so sorry I missed the fun. BY the time I really got a block of time open, I was so exhausted that I couldn't revel with you. Crapola.
BUT we will do MS. Wendy Bday Remix! Let's talk this weekend about a good time for me to spoil you.
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