Twenty-Seven

Spending all of my time with a bunch of 20-year-olds last month made me feel pretty damn old.  They looked at me like I had three heads when I admitted to knowing nothing about Pokemon or the Twilight series, and none of them had ever seen Fraggle Rock or Punky Brewster. Sad state of affairs, this new generation of college kids.

(Now get off of my lawn!)

I was pretty unhappy about turning 26 last year.  This year, I don't really seem to care how old I am.  I guess 26 was the transition into my "late 20s", and now that I'm already in that category, 27 seems pretty anticlimactic.  Until the big 3-0, maybe I'm pretty safe from birthday-induced stress.

I had a nice and relaxing birthday this year.  We threw a party Friday night for both myself and my friend Liz, whose birthday is two days before mine.  There was a great turn out of friends, we grilled in the backyard, and there was even a pretty kickass pinata.  [You'd be amazed at the array of interesting pinatas available in a place like Tucson... it's pretty impressive.]  In addition, Josh-the-tech-geek-camera-guy set up a photo booth in our dining room.  We had everybody go in and take photos of themselves throughout the party, which proved for some interesting pictures and lots of fun.  Pretty crafty, that guy.

On my actual birthday, Josh took me to a Ben Folds concert.  Great show!  We had grand plans to do lots of bike riding over the course of the weekend (I got a fancy new GPS bike computer that I was itching to take for a spin), but the absurd heat and monsoon humidity kept us mostly indoors.  So, lots of lounging around and watching movies.  I can think of much worse ways to spend a weekend.