I think about that question a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Probably more than someone in their late 20s should. But I suppose it’s fairly fair - at least according to those AARP commercials.
Nobody likes getting older. Every day that passes, every hour, every breath is one that brings us closer to our death. Morbid, yes. But also true.
Needless to say, I wasn’t looking forward to turning 27. Late twenties? Omfg. I seriously feel like it was just last year I was reading “Seventeen Things to Do Before You’re 17” in my high school library. When did I grow up?

This was the first one in as long as I can remember that I forgot - literally forgot - to feel depressed. It was such an extravaganza filled with so much hoopla that there really was no time. And as much as I sing her praises all the time, I feel I must throw one more shout out Kelly Cobb’s way - she is the world’s BEST best friend!
I don’t want to bore you with every single little detail - but here are some highlights:
It kicked off Thursday with a gallery/store opening in the East Village. There was a sangria fountain. Yes, a fountain full of sangria. What! As if that wasn’t enough, there was also a super cute oilcloth clutch purchase. There was dining al fresco. There was great conversation and lots of laughs. And that was only the beginning!
And my birthday wasn’t for two more days!
Saturday my friend Sarah came all the way from DC. Manicures, pedicures, coconut ice cream cones and lunch - can you guess - outside! The weather was glorious.
And all this before my ACTUAL BIRTHDAY. Omg, how lucky am I?
On Sunday there were phone calls and texts and Facebook posts galore. There was a not-so-hot brunch (helloooooo toilet) - but I perked up shortly thereafter. There was more outdoor drinking (hair of the dog that took a HUGE bite out of me), present opening (beautiful packages and BEAUTIFUL gifts), there were cards, cards, cards (my brother’s enclosed gift nearly gave me a heart attack, that generous sibling-o-mine!), and to top it all off there was a strawberry milkshake and burger at the Shake Shack. Whew!
I guess I don’t need to worry too much about what I’m doing with my life cause as long as I’m surrounded by such great people I know that at least I must be doing something right.
aww. fun to recount all the highlights! a majorly fun weekend, indeed!
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