Aldo tried to set up a surprise birthday dinner thing but my cousin couldn't make it as she was out of town and our other friend is a flake (we all have one, don't we?). My brother and sister came and it was really nice. He chose the restaurant because it was southern cuisine and hearty and was made of all the rich, creamy, buttery things that I usually avoid on a daily basis. Also, there was red velvet cake. Who can say no to red velvet. Ugh, so damn delicious. I did feel the meal a few hours later since it felt like there was a lot of pressure in my belly. Too much mac and cheese, I guess. I decided to detox the whole next week.
A boy certainly knows how to wear a girl down, I'll say that much. It seems as though that's always a good way to get into someone's good graces, especially a girl. Do right by her birthday and she might just melt, even just a tiny bit.
So, the champagne birthday went well considering how sucky the big 2-5 was. I was lucky not to have class that day too so lots of sleeping in. So weird how much older I'm getting. When did this happen? I remember thinking turning 26 on the 26th would never happen but it came and went and I'm still getting older. At the very least, I do feel like I'm finally come down from this quarter-life crisis that I think I've been spiraling in for the last 3 years. Here's hoping I can keep it that way or at least until 30.