A couple of years ago, within the existence of this blog, my birthday fell on Easter. The night before I had a party at the Snug- I wore a very revealing dress and drank like it was my birthday. I barely remember closing the bar making out with a dark-haired, talented, Meca-grad-turned-fine-dining-waitstaff.
The next morning he rushed out*^ and I realized I hadn't planned anything for my actual birthday. I spent the majority of the day alone, in my 300 sq ft studio, feeling lonely and frustrated about my hangover. I was single, all of my friends were going home to their families, and there was no bus back to Lewiston. My family wasn't celebrating anyway because my mom usually works on weekends and holidays.
Today is Easter and my birthday is next week. In honor of Zombie Jesus Day, I made myself breakfast tacos (which are a lot like huevos rancheros, I think), with a sake/fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice cocktail. 28 isn't exactly a milestone, but the good news is that I have nearly about reached my goal of getting a bachelor's before I turn 30. May 4 is the last day of classes, then commencement 10 days later. Did I mention that I applied to be student commencement speaker? I made the final 5- if I don't get picked, I promise I'll post it here.
Meanwhile, I'm contemplating serious life changes. Some voluntarily and others are in the hands of fate... or the background check company. It's been stressful, dealing with the fear of the unknown. So I'm shopping for Noritake china on Etsy and watching Cheers on Netflix. I'll post some Cheers observations soon. Between homework assignments, of course.



*It's odd that he rushed out so fast... because I accidentally gave him like, five hickeys. TMI? Well, would you be rushing home for Easter if you were going to show up to Grandma's looking like that? I didn't think so.
^I ran into him during restaurant league while waiting tables at Bayside Bowl. He bought a bunch of shots of Jameson for his teammates and put them all on his tab. Before I could bring him his bill he said, "I don't even want to know the total. Here's my card. Tip yourself 20%." I thought for a second about tipping myself more than 20%, a bit of redemption for leaving me on my Loneliest Birthday Ever. But I didn't.
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