Twenty-five. Twenty. Five. TWEEEEENTY FIIIIVE. Yeah. That’s how old I am.
My birthday weekend was fantastic. Friday night included hanging with friends at a hotel bar for kareoke, as I’ve already documented. Saturday morning was my cousin’s first communion ceremony and party so I was able to see a lot of my family. I was also able to eat the best pasta salad in the history of the universe. However, Saturday night was the best.
Bob and Barbara’s is a really chill bar on South Street. It’s kind of a dive, it’s a fairly cheap, but it’s undeniably awesome. One of my favorite things about it is the type of people it draws. You have in the corner the ancient regulars, who you knows have been coming to that bar since quite possibly the dawn of time. You also have the urban hipster crowd and the locals from the neighbor hood and really, it’s an interesting mix of people. But somehow it works and it makes it the perfect place to hold a gathering of my wonderful and eclectic friends.
And I do mean eclectic: I had my college friends, with both the class of ’03 and the 141 family representing. My work posse attended including The Cartoonist, who made me a personalized card (always awesome), and Miss J who drove all the way to and from Reading that night. Miss J, I thought that you were staying with Tamika and I can’t believe you did that. My brother also made an appearance, much to my delight. The biggest surprise? The triplets showed up from Connecticut and Rhode Island. I had no idea they were coming, and as it turns out, neither did they. Coming down for the party was such a spur of the moment decision for them that they didn’t even have overnight bags with them. As my brother left, he remarked to me how awesome it was to see so many people gathered in a tiny bar in Philly for me, "You’re friends are amazing. You’re very loved." Word, Tom. I certainly felt loved.
I am actually quite excited to be 25. I have a feeling that it’s going to be a very good year. No secret here: I’ve been in a bit of a rut for the past 2 years. Creatively. Spiritually. Romantically. Professionally. Grammatically. But whenever I think of being 25 and I think of this upcoming year, I get excited. I get that fluttery feeling in my stomach. The anticipation feeling. The feeling of amazing possibilities.
I am tired of waiting and I am tired of not Going For It, whatever It may be. It’s my time now.
My birthday weekend was fantastic. Friday night included hanging with friends at a hotel bar for kareoke, as I’ve already documented. Saturday morning was my cousin’s first communion ceremony and party so I was able to see a lot of my family. I was also able to eat the best pasta salad in the history of the universe. However, Saturday night was the best.
Bob and Barbara’s is a really chill bar on South Street. It’s kind of a dive, it’s a fairly cheap, but it’s undeniably awesome. One of my favorite things about it is the type of people it draws. You have in the corner the ancient regulars, who you knows have been coming to that bar since quite possibly the dawn of time. You also have the urban hipster crowd and the locals from the neighbor hood and really, it’s an interesting mix of people. But somehow it works and it makes it the perfect place to hold a gathering of my wonderful and eclectic friends.
And I do mean eclectic: I had my college friends, with both the class of ’03 and the 141 family representing. My work posse attended including The Cartoonist, who made me a personalized card (always awesome), and Miss J who drove all the way to and from Reading that night. Miss J, I thought that you were staying with Tamika and I can’t believe you did that. My brother also made an appearance, much to my delight. The biggest surprise? The triplets showed up from Connecticut and Rhode Island. I had no idea they were coming, and as it turns out, neither did they. Coming down for the party was such a spur of the moment decision for them that they didn’t even have overnight bags with them. As my brother left, he remarked to me how awesome it was to see so many people gathered in a tiny bar in Philly for me, "You’re friends are amazing. You’re very loved." Word, Tom. I certainly felt loved.
I am actually quite excited to be 25. I have a feeling that it’s going to be a very good year. No secret here: I’ve been in a bit of a rut for the past 2 years. Creatively. Spiritually. Romantically. Professionally. Grammatically. But whenever I think of being 25 and I think of this upcoming year, I get excited. I get that fluttery feeling in my stomach. The anticipation feeling. The feeling of amazing possibilities.
I am tired of waiting and I am tired of not Going For It, whatever It may be. It’s my time now.
7 Comments:
*I* dragged an ailing -- and terribly whiny -- Jackson Polyp to your party, but do I get a mention in the post?
Nooooooooooo!!!!!
(sighs dramatically, hand on forehead)
Woe is me.
Oh.. yeah, and happy birthday and all that jazz, too.
;-P
You know I love you. That goes without saying, chica.
Besides, I felt that our time together was special, and private --- I didn't want to share it with the world. *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*
I wish I was there, 8K.
It sounds like tons of fun.
I will take you out for a drink (or seven) the next time you make your way into my city, or I go out to the weird lands.
I love you!!
K, it can only get better and it will!!!!!!!
I have to say the Bob & Barbara experience was truly that
We had a blast.
The next time we go there? Will be for the drag show.
Drag show drag show drag show!!!
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