birthdays of my twenties, ranked
my 23rd, when i woke up crying bc i was SO OLD and GOING NOWHERE (lol) and olivia and lillian and jenna took me to the beach and we got iced lattes and i bought a set tiny gorgeous sample scents at the stupid expensive perfume store on abbot kinney and then we had people over to the “courtyard” of our shitty apartment off west jefferson & i illegally borrowed a dress from eliza’s closet while she was out of town and she saw it in a pic and called to yell at me but only a little bit
my 26th, when [nice romantic things that happened redacted bc they will make me sad] the friday before, and my coworkers gave me a gift certificate to meme’sdiner, and then on saturday i had my traditional washington commons party w everyone i love and just enough people i dont like to make the party interesting and it was so hot in the backyard that everyone left by 11 but kate made me a cake and maya gave me a bowl and i felt very Speciale
my 24th, when i tried to plan a party at this incredible thai restaurant/dive bar in atwater and abruptly freaked out bc i didnt have enough friends in la to invite so instead we canceled it and eliza and olivia took me to the beach and then we got high at in-n-out
my 25th, which was a lot like my 26th in that i left my own washington commons party early on klonopin to go see a ~beau~, but before i made that stupid decision people packed the backyard and i felt like moving back to new york had been a decided Non-Mistake
my 21st, which i remember literally no salient details of, due to alcohol. i feel like i had people over to my dad’s place in brooklyn and made an israeli couscous salad? but honestly couldn’t tell you
ditto my 22nd, but that’s because of my bad memory, not alcohol (well, ok, probably both)
27 is probably not going to look like i might expect it to—packing the washington commons backyard w bodies in mid-july seems, uh, optimistic—but i plan to somehow obtain oysters and maybe, if i’m unimaginably lucky, go to the park w the people i love.
just realized i basically wrote a tribute to myself on mother’s day. oh well! hbd mom! i don’t think you get my newsletter but if you do: love you!