Twenty One...

I felt pretty good about twenty. I mean I was just back from a Europe trip and England, I felt like I had done a lot. This year...not so much. Anyway, it's true, I am now finally twenty one. I can go wine tasting in California. I think this late birthday thing is going to be great when I am turning 50, and I can laugh at all my friends when they are older than me.
Sorry, I am rambling. For my birthday I went to Catcus Club, had some dinn with the family and I got...

-A Lulu Hoodie! Now I can be just like all those 12-teen trendy girls!

(Don't worry, its not purple)
-Money (from Mom & Dad - so weird, usually get the gift but thats cool)

- Another sweater

-A non-trinity approved item. (figure that out)

My final reflection on birthdays: isn't it strange how when we get older, the only fuss we really get is the one we create? There is no party with hats and your name in glitterly letters. If you want the song, you have to tell somebody. And that is something we all feel pretty silly doing, and egocentric for that matter. I guess one day we won't want anyone to know either. For now, I guess birthdays are what we make them. It was a pretty normal day for me, but a good one....