Laurent is still around, however another year has bit the dust and my birthday is quickly approaching.  Birthdays used to be full of anticipation and hope!  The milestones could not come fast enough.  There’s hitting the double digits which is a big deal after celebrating 1-9 younger years of age.  Then there’s 13.  Finally.  Being 13 is hitting the cool teenager years.  Little did I know then all the trauma and confusion that’s also involved with being a teenager.  By the time I was 19, I was so tired of hanging out with the immature teenagers that turning 20 was fantastic.  21.   I could finally throw away my fake id and proudly show the bartender my drivers license.  No having to memorize false names or addresses if questioned. 

Then something begins to happen….  trying to rationalize why my soon-to-be new age is better than 21.  Let’s be honest here.  Yes, I love my life now, however why does every year have to fly by so quickly that it smacks you in the face.  The smack is so fierce that I’m convinced it’s why wrinkles have suddenly appeared on my face.  Ok, so maybe I have to get up really close to the mirror to see the wrinkles…but they’re there!

Anyhoo, Violet and all my other friends keep asking me how I’m going to celebrate my birthday this year.  I’m being Negative Nelly and do not want to do anything.  Nothing. Nada.   Well….except, maybe I’ll put my drivers license to good use and hit up a bar or two.  Friends welcome!

Luv. Lola