How to Turn 22

And it goes a little something like this…

I read a story for a decent crowd (like 10 people, because who wants to show up for a story at 9:30 a.m.?  The girl before me gave her presentation to just me, Mom, and Lacy).  It was hella nervewracking…kind of felt like a high school speech meet at which I was doing quite poorly.  Then I got to answer questions, which just involved mumbling and rambling and pretending to know the answer.  I left elated anyway.  To up the elatedness factor, Mom, Lacy and I took in a little Subway before some other, far more academic presentations.  When that was over, I started collecting my entourage…

Lacy and I met Hannah and Andy, and we meandered for a while before settling by the lake.  Hannah told off-color tales, as she does, before saying, “Does that man look underfed?  I think that’s my monkle (monk-uncle),” and wandering off to the monastic dock for a while (it was indeed the monkle).  So Lacy and Andy pretended to get along, for my sake (ah, bliss).  Then Steve joined us, then Sabrina, Jenna and Nick, and finally we recollected Hannah and her brother Joah (which cannot be an actual name) and made it over to the concert.  The opener kind of sucked, so we went to the beer gardens and played in the dirt: a perfect mesh of adulthood and kidhood.

Cake was pretty much awesome.  It was hot, some idiot was smoking an ass-flavored cigar right in front of me through the whole show, but it was still pretty great.  The only downside is it’s the end of the birthday…CAKE joke, which no one but me found funny anyway.

Then to Old Chicago, which was fun (Big Cookie and presents!), but we were all drained from the sun, so it was really lowkey.  A nap ensued before regrouping in the apartment o’ love for some Apples to Apples (that’s what I got from my parents for turning 22), then bar.  Managed to keep things under control.  Didn’t want a repeat of last year’s April 29th, aka the worst day of my life ever.

So now I’m 22.  And adulthood is fast approaching.  I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop it.  Crap.

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One response

  1. For some reason, I feel the need to quote: “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”Other good ones to remember are: “Look, boss, I only got one rule. And that’s never bet money that you don’t have on a dog race with an ex-girlfriend who happens to be a stripper.” (one of my favorite lines of plot exposition ever)”No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy. A motto of the British Special Air Force is: ‘Those who risk, win.’ A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it’s quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose, sex of course, but also… life.””Trust the fungus.””If I’m scared of something, that’s a pretty good indication that I should try it…except heroin and skydiving.”Happy Birthday, kiddo.

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