Sweet snowballing Jesus, I am hungover. It was worth it, though--I had a great birthday--the best I can remember. I'm lucky to have friends who are willing to shlep out on a Monday night to buy me (too many) drinks.
At one point a few people lit into me for suggesting that 27 is on the old side. It's not that I think 27 is old, really, it's just that I'm so happy with my life right now that I don't want it to change. At least, not much. My friends here, the old and the new, consistently amaze me with their thoughtfulness and adventurousness and wit and brains. I sometimes wish that (in the words of the J. Geils band) I could do a freeze-frame on this part I'm living right now.
And thanks again to everyone who sent me birthday greetings. This little journal and the people I've met through it mean a lot to me, and I hope you guys know that.
And now I need a nap.
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