SWOOSH! The year of Michael Jordan!

I never blogged about my birthday, which was last Wednesday. I'm 23 - hooray, hoorah! Twenty Something, yes I am! Exciting times. At first I was a little worried about my celebration, it looked like I wouldn't be able to celebrate with friends because people were either working, or out of town, and I let everyone know a little late that I wanted to celebrate. All turned out well - amazing, actually, and we had a grand ole time!!

Let me start out with a little story. This happened Tuesday night, fading into Wednesday morning. I wanted to go to bed kind of early, because I knew I would be raging on Wednesday night (and I did, oh boy. And I did.). Here's what I sent in an email to my little 15-year-old brother:

**I had a rude awakening last night. The smoke detector was going off, obnoxiously. Ya see, I have this roommate who is less than pleasant to live with, and he has very bizarre habits and sleeping patterns, and he was burning something in the oven 'round midnight (HAPPY BIRTHDAY. BEEP BEEP BEEP!). He didn't know it was my birthday because I try to avoid conversations with him at all cost, as they usually turn into how crazy he is and I get frustrated that he never cleans up after himself. Anyway, so it's beeping, and I hear him muttering obscenities to himself and fanning the smoke away. Then he bangs on my door and says, "Kate! Kate!" And I say, "What?! Filthy!" really exasperated, y'know cause he just woke me up. "I think the carbon monoxide detector is going off, and I think we should go outside." And I said, "What?" and proceeded to get out of bed to talk to him in the hall. The kitchen was filled with smoke, and I said, "I'm pretty sure it's just the smoke detector, Filthy. Maybe you should open some windows, and turn a fan on. I think we'll be okay." He didn't seem very satisfied with that answer, but took it. Then, I got back in bed, and the alarm went off another 3 times. I looked at my clock and it read 12:03. I thought, "Happy Birthday to me." And then I hoped it really wasn't the carbon monoxide and that I would live to see my 23rd year completed. **

I was really too tired to worry about it, but then I wished that I had a canary or some small bird to test the air to make sure it was safe. I can't believe he thought it was the carbon monoxide. I mean, this kid is daft.

Okay. So I woke up and got ready for work, just like any other day. Oh, but I'm 23 now. I think I just need to write that sentence a few times to let it sink in. But I won't do it here, it's something that I need to write, with a pen or a pencil. You know, like when you had to write sentences in elementary school for getting in a fight with Nicole behind the music room in fifth grade, on the playground, by the chain link fence. Actually, that was really hush, hush and we never got in trouble. Awesome!

Got to work. My friend, Mike, brought me a piece of cake and a funny card, and some weird gummy bacon - strawberry flavored. Thanks? No, no. It was really nice and I wasn't expecting it. So that was fun. Then I proceeded to get a lot of calls/texts/emails throughout the day and I felt sooooo special.

After work, I went to H&M and bought an outfit for the evening. Talked to my mom on the phone, on the bus. Went for a run. Got ready. Met a few friends at The Parthenon, this restaurant that my family's gone to since I was a little bitty baby. We got saganaki, OOPA! and wine, and delicious, DELICIOUS everything. Then, I got a song and a piece of baklava with a candle. Fun times!

Post-dinner we went to see Flosstradamus play at the Abbey Pub (my friends Ali and Libby work there and were able to get us in), and it was INCREDIBLE!!! Wow. He was spinnin' tunes from back in the day, making me feel like a teenager, without all the feelings of a real life emotional teenager, and mixin' it up with new funk. I've never sweated so much outside of a gym, or maybe even in a gym. It was pretty disgusting, but I was having too much fun to care. He rocked, we rocked. Afterwards I shook his hand - and he's going to be at ROTHBURY!! That'll be fun.

Then we danced in the street and went back to the house I lived in this past summer, that my friends still reside in, and played Taboo. I got home 'round 3:30 - 4, and it felt real nice.

I slept in the next day. Read, played my guitar, drank lots of water, wrote my profiles from a coffee shop up the street, went for a run, and relaxed. A great way to spend the day if I say so myself.

23 - MICHAEL JORDAN - BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE, THUS FAR! AMAAAAAAAZING!!!