23

Well, it was bound to happen.

Jeff and I both turned 23 this week and are rapidly approaching quarter life crisis.

Last Tuesday was Jeff's birthday and we started the day early with a brunch at Max Brenner, followed by a trip to Bluth's Banana Stand, and back down to REI to get him a hammock (since his Bespoke Post box STILL hasn't arrived.) I then had to pause his birthday to finish up a few things for work, and then I ended the day by making him some mason jar pineapple upside down cakes. 

My birthday however...
My weekend started out promising with getting free tickets to GoogaMooga in Brooklyn on Saturday and leaving 30 minutes early from work. That however, was followed by my bus only going to Grand Central 4 stops shy or where I normally need to get off. No problem, stopped at Magnolia's to get some cupcakes, then I went down to get on the subway and my card swiped 3 errors before giving me the dreaded "been used." UGH.

It was 6:00 in Grand Central on Friday where everyone is going some where. The line for customer service to buzz me in was 30+ people long, so I decided to just put 5 bucks on my metro and get through. Well, the machine didn't like my debit card and the credit card was out of commission until Saturday and I felt bad for backing up the line for so long.

I was stuck with 10% phone battery life in Grand Central. I got a short phone call in to Jeff, who came to meet me and eat our cupcakes. We decided to go and try and see Star Trek 2, which I should have guessed would have been totally sold out on a Friday Night. We ended up just walking around, grabbing some drug store popcorn, and going home to watch a movie. By that point my allergies, which I haven't pointed out where flaring up all day, got the better of me and I had to knock myself out.

I woke up some point around 11 still drowsy and moving at a snails pace to get ready for the day. By around 2 I was all set to go to GoogaMooga and was out the door when Jeff said "Want me to grab an umbrella?" I stepped back inside and looked out the window and of course it had started to rain. We re-evaluated if a trip out to Brooklyn in the rain would be worth it while I still wasn't feeling too great and decided against it. We fandango'ed some tickets for Star Trek 2 so we would be able to see it, and went there instead. That was great, I totally enjoyed the movie! Even stumbled on to the set of Anchor Man 2.. Before we knew that is what it was for. After that we came home and got the middle room cleaned up and rearranged which was needed and had to kill a bunch of ants* in the kitchen.

*Don't know what it is about NYC ants, but there is no tracing line or reason for them being there. We literally cleared off the counters and they still scattered every where regardless so we broke down and had to coat the counters in Hot Shot to finally kill them.

On my actual birthday it rained more. Jeff was nice enough to order me breakfast, my favorite meal, and gave me the watch I had been eyeing for a month now. We pretty much just chilled all day, which was the opposite of going to Coney Island like we originally planned.

But I will say it was nice not to be alone. I'm glad that regardless of all the mishaps I had Jeff there, so things could have been much, much worse. So, no pity parties here, I just need another chill pill from all that's going on. I'm just going to rain check my birthday and celebrate when I go home this week for a dear friend's wedding (that I am so excited about!)

This is 23, and I'm going to embrace it.