"Welcome to your twenties"

Hey Blog! Sorry I promise I didn't forget about you, I was just very busy turning one year older. As birthdays go, this one rocked. Although if you're a public surprise-hater like myself, you know that quiet birthdays are never a good sign. You know they haven't forgotten...they've made casual, obligatory, awkward references to the day:

• "Oh. Yeah, your birthday is next week...that's right..."
• "Do you have plans with your family on your birthday? I mean, I was just....wondering."
• "Don't make plans the day after your birthday."
• "Hold on. I have to take this call in the hallway. Away from you."
  

I've decided I should start telling people I love surprises because the second you tell people how much you hate surprises, they start planning. I'll admit, there is no joy like totally exploiting someones hate for surprises, but I think there's extra time in purgatory for getting joy out of such angst.
I woke up to Isle Bun & Coffee from Wit-Knee! because she knows me well and knows that you should need a special license to indulge in something as delicious as these cinnamon rolls. The next night was a roommate fest of piñatas, streamers, Turkish food and toxic amounts of fun.

All in all, it was a lovely birthday, yes, maybe even with the surprises.
Although next year, I promise that if you just tell me where to be and what's going down, I will act surprised and will forfeit less sleep. Deal? Deal.