Life Begins At 25!

Well...that's what I keep telling myself. I just turned 25 a few days ago, and I already feel old. I don't remember things like I used to and I just feel older. Or maybe it's just me being dramatic. I think I'll be excited to turn 30, 35, 40...somehow 25 just doesn't seem as fabulous.

So I enjoyed a nice dinner at Nobu, where I ran into my favorite male artist of all time (well, of right now, let's be honest), Mr. John Mayer. Very polite and VERY TALL. I also received more flowers and cards then all past birthday's combined. It's always interesting to see what people really think of you, and I think your birthday shows you (I got tons of pale pink roses, jewelry, starbucks cards, broadway show tickets...). I'm just happy it's over. Too much attention for me.

Peace, love, and shopping!

P.S. I'm sorry to report I didn't survive the "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" song at Dave & Buster's on Saturday. Anyone who knows me knows that my greatest fear is a group of people I don't know breaking out in a birthday tune for me. It's weird, it's scary, but my parents did it anyway. Love ya Mom and Dad. ;-)