Fresh Chapter, Fresh Year

Good-bye Twenties!

Well, goodbye twenty eight.

The countdown to my dirty thirty begins tonight at midnight. Some people loathe turning thirty. I am looking forward to it. I have decided to spend my thirtieth year (at least the first few days of it) in the Azores! A small group of islands off the coast of Portugal where my relatives purportedly came from.

The Azores are 2,400 miles or so from Boston. It's an island chain consisting of nine major islands and eight tiny islands called "formigas." The primary language they speak is Portuguese but there are some dialects. Most travel inns speak some English but I have a whole year to brush up on my basic Portuguese language skills.

To celebrate the tumultuous end of 28 and welcome the fresh-start of 29 I will be dining at my favorite local restaurant tonight with my family and friends. My dad sweetly asked if he could be a part of tonight's festivities to which I replied "OF COURSE, POP!" Usually these sort of things aren't his bag, baby. He got a little misty-eyed when he said he'd really like to be there for his only daughter's birthday.

I got a little misty-eyed, too.

Lauren is coming down and Meghan too. It's hard to believe a whole year has gone by since Laurel's wine tasting. I wish I could stack the whole long history of my birthday's one on top of the other and watch them play out. Such sweet memories that would be, such funny phases I went through (is that a rat-tail?), I would do it all again.

The forecast for today is showers and boy do you feel like you've taken a shower! It's coming down in BUCKETS out there. Now, normally, I would want the weather to be nice on a day like today but somehow a torrential downpour feels cathartic. Wash away my last year and bring on something new. It's you and me, Mr. universe. I'm ready.

As for dinner, I am going to savor my tuna tartare, and those sauteed scallops that are to die for. And one pomegranate martini to begin. and then maybe another. And another.

Happy birthday, me!

One Year Later

Epic Win. I'm the house on the right today.

I spent today in my pajamas ALL DAY. I showered (much later in the day than I expected) I drank my mother's thin coffee and I played my game. I'm Hammurabi and I am dominating the entire world although I could sure use some more gold for my glorious armies.

John bought some DVD's from blockbuster on sale and one of them was Year One with Jack Black and Michael Cera which was nice. Much funnier than I thought it would be. I think it's strange how in the last 5 years "awkward" has become equated with funny. Guys like Mickael Cera totally nail that niche and I don't mind a bit.

Dee stopped by for a visit. Her little baby reminds me of my god-daughter in that they are both shameless thrill-seeking climb-up-everything kinds of babies. I think maybe beacuse the twins had each other to torment we were spared some of those scary toddler acrobatics but who knows.

My mom put The Wizard of Oz on before she went to bed. It's only 8:25pm and I'm no where near ready for bed. I'll be changing that and watching some movies most likely after this. I Love You, Beth Cooper could be a major disappointment, mostly because the book got such high reviews (and since when have they ever been able to turn a good book into a decent movie?).

Tomorrow is a mystery. It's the last day of flag football and you couldn't bribe me to go this week. I'm just not feeling it. A part of me is very glad the seasons are changing. I'd like all the leaves to fall off the trees so I can start sweeping up this dry, crackly mess. Enough with fall, let's get to winter.

Let it snow,
let it snow,
let.
it.
snow.