23

My 23rd birthday was unlike any birthday I've ever had. All birthdays are different I guess but this one was just so normal. I went to work all day on Friday came home and opened gifts with my sister (one day before my birthday and six days before hers), stayed up late talking with England, and slept in. My phone kept buzzing at me in the morning from early birthday messages and my alarms. In my lack-of-sleep-induced inebriation I was amazed at how big my phone was and just kept trying to make it shut up. Finally I woke up 40 minutes before my family was supposed to start the sojourn to Utah. So, I didn't shower. Hey, it's my birthday! My hair still looked really good, spiky and punky, just like I want it to be. I knew it would be a strange day so in an effort to make it as birthdayish as possible I ate cake for breakfast. It's the most important meal of the year. I wore my new shirt (which Daddy got dishwater on but I wore it spotted all day long) and cuffed skinny jeans with Audrey Hepburn class. During the three hour car ride I read "Angela's Ashes" I'm not done yet, but I like it. I found the most beautiful line! It's about Frank's first encounter with Shakespeare:
"I don't know what it means and I don't care because it's Shakespeare and it's like having jewels in my mouth when I say the words."
Isn't that just lovely! It was a great discovery.
After that I measured out the condo we are in the process of buying. I really hope it all goes as planned because I love that place. As it was my birthday I got to pick our dinner and my brain was stuck on Skippers the second Dad said it. Our IF Skippers has been gone for a few years now and I miss it. I just loved their clam chowder! I was so excited until we drove up and realized Garmani must need an update because Skippers was now Racheritos. I vetoed that. Instead we went to drop my sister and most of her belongings off at a hotel in Tooele where she will live for a week or more while waiting on the condo. Strange right? Can't be helped, but we can eat well regardless of the living situation. Texas Roadhouse caught my fancy and we dined there then left Nic in her Jetta while we drove to Idaho. More reading plus some sleeping and a lime ricky slurpee and I arrive in Idaho again and my birthday is over. Adult birthdays are kind of weird. I was amazed and pleased at all the love blasted at me via FB and text. How lucky are we to be so easily connected to our loves no matter where? So lucky. (So was never meant to be an intensifier. I always think that when I use it as one. Spanish actually has a word for that use of so. It's "tan", yeah I'm a nerd, but a recently birthdayed nerd!)