This past weekend I was faced with my own immortality. Where I woke up and realized I was one step closer to the inevitable end. My days were numbered, I could feel the cold breath of death at my door. The grim reaper would soon be knocking.
Before you ask, no I didn’t have a near death experience. This was far worse than that.
I celebrated my 29th birthday.
I of course am being overly dramatic. I had been dreading 29 for the past year but now that it’s come and gone it doesn’t feel so bad. Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t like how it sounds when I say it, but it’s growing on me.
I started my birthday weekend by getting drinks with one of my newest and closest friends Taryn, at a little wine and beer bar. We had a few drinks and called it a night early. (I’m old now, give me a break)
The big celebration was Saturday night. My roommate graciously secured me a table at Hotel Chantelle, one of my favorite bars. I started the night by having dinner with my boyfriend Mike and his friend Wade. Once at Hotel Chantelle there was a little confusion as to what name the table was under, but we eventually got it, a free round of drinks, and a free birthday bottle of champagne.
Now, I should warn you that since I am new to the city and don’t have many friends, I was freaking out when midnight hit and it was still just my boyfriend and I at the table. I was convinced that the few people I invited had better things to do and couldn’t be bothered to come to my party. Like I said above, I can get a tad over dramatic sometimes. My imagination like to run away from me, and usually to the dark side.
However, I could not have been more wrong. My true friends pulled through and we danced, sang, and drank until the early morning. Not only did they come, and bring friends, but almost all of them had worked all day/night and had come over as soon as they got off. It made them being there even more special to me. I won’t be able to thank them enough. It was exactly what I needed to not only help me come to grips with my age, but also reassure me that I am starting to find my way here. I have friends, great friends actually, who will be there for me when I need them the most.
A lot of the time people who live in the city can be flaky, but it turns out they always have your back.
The actual day of my birthday, Sunday, was spent nursing my hang over with Mike, then he took me to dinner and to see Book of Mormon on Broadway. The play was amazing! Not only did he help me cross something off of my New York to do list, he also made the day very memorable for me. We got desert at The Smith, where he had them put a candle in my cookie I ordered, and he sang Happy Birthday to me while I made a wish. It was the perfect way to end the weekend.
Now its Monday, and as a side note- I got one of the jobs I interviewed at the other week. (I swear I’ll update more frequently!) I quit the others and now only have to work Mon- Fri 8:30 – 5:30. SO much free time now, I don’t even know what to do! I have plans to become a better chef and my poor boyfriend is going to end up being my guinea pig. Sorry babe!