Why, yes, that is my armpit, in all its glory!
...specifically, at around 2am last Friday, after many martinis and shots to celebrate my birthday, and my development of a new dance, called the Sexy Robot.
(But before the 45-year old man with a mullet tried to pick me up, and acted shocked when I didn't follow simply follow him like a lapdog as requested.)
(And also before the Duke, in a very drunken state, pointed at said mulleted-- and very large-- man and shouted "He tried to pick you up?!")
If anyone is counting, it doesn't look like 27 has magically granted me that sudden burst of maturity, either... though I've kind of stopped expected it now.
So, yes, another year has came and went, and here I am, diving head first into my late 20s. I suppose I could do a retrospective of sorts, you know, 26 things I learned at 26.
However, I'm afraid this is where my age may actually start to show, my lessons may start to be becoming a little more tedious--less about how to seduce guys and rid hangovers (though, seriously, Gatorade before you go to bed will save your life), and more about practical and academic matters.
#7- Make sure to always run your garburator before you leave for a week, for there may still be some food in there, which gets smelly in a hurry.
#18- Asparagus is great steamed and baked!
#24- Think about which statistics package you want to use for your data before you decide on a Mac or a PC, because some stats programs aren't readily available on Macs.
So, instead, I'm passing the buck over to you (birthday girls have this right)-- come out and play! Delurk for my birthday! Say hi and tell me about your best or worst birthday ever!
(or you could, you know, bake me a cake, but I'm expecting this may be a little simpler)