Quinceanera
Upon waking today, I thought to myself, "I feel as if my whole life has been leading up to this one moment, the morning of my 24th birthday!"
Actually, no.
I woke up disoriented and not at all refreshed. What the hell did I do last night? Oh, that's right. Two-dollar drafts at Toledo. A few cigarettes. Running into TJ. Going down to Larry's for some more drinks. Potty humor. The wonderful bartender randomly comping our beers. More drinks with Agathug at our apartment. "The Simple Life" on DVD. Sangria. A "Happy Birthday" text from my boyfriend. Scratch-off tickets from my aunt. Third-degree burns on my leg from spilled matzo ball soup. A pint of Haagen-Dazs. Drunkenly IMing everyone on my buddy list. Crying because my parents sent me a card and a check but not a care package. A completely unnecessary glass of Shiraz.
Just another night for 23-year-old Toby! And really, why should the 24-year-old Toby be any different?
Comments
I'm gonna call the old whore and ask for our security deposit money -- like NOW.
Posted by: Agatha | April 25, 2007 12:18 PM
Happy birthday. Glad to hear there is really no difference between the 23 year old Toby and the new one. I'm not donating, even though I know I should.
Posted by: James | April 25, 2007 01:33 PM
NO ONE DONATE! TOBY HAS ENOUGH SELF-TANNER.
Posted by: Rusty | April 25, 2007 02:32 PM
Happy Birthday, Toby.
Posted by: Steve | April 25, 2007 03:06 PM
Happy Birthday!
Posted by: John | April 25, 2007 07:17 PM
Happy birthday, "toby". And you're right, the 23 year old tody "shouldn't" be any different than the 24 year old. What would be the point? As long as you got drunk, and were with your friends, why should things change? Of course, you're now dangerously close to no longer being able to refer to yourself as a "boi" -- it starts getting sort of pathetic after the early 20s, no? :)
Posted by: dK | April 25, 2007 09:48 PM
Congrats on joining the mid-20's crew, Tobes. Let's see more of that meaty butt. grr. (oh and check out my manic depressive new blog)
Posted by: SMB | April 26, 2007 04:03 AM
Happy birthday! Having turned 24 about two weeks ago I can assure you it's a pretty boring birthday.
Posted by: Sam | April 26, 2007 05:53 AM
Happy Queer-ceanera, Toesby. 23, 24--who gives a duck's rump. I 'magine those {hairless?} nougaty nuggets are still as tashty as ever. Well, if you insist on bulking up, jus'n'you don't develop no case of piggy snout...or trout pout. :-(
What happened to that clip on J****'s blog of you and him playing Scrabble?? I forgot the word in dispute. You were so cute 'n' shy 'n' lickable all over. O'course, ya still are!......
Posted by: Miss E. Mertz | April 26, 2007 12:25 PM
Congrats Toby! Make the most of being older, and perhaps a little wiser.
Posted by: angy | April 26, 2007 07:49 PM
happy birthday, bitch.
Posted by: Brechi | April 26, 2007 10:56 PM
Happy Birthday, Toby! It's usually pointless to compare "X-year-old you" to "X+1-year-old you". Five and 10 year increments are when you will (or should) really see the differences.
Here's a relevant question: Do you think you'll still be blogging when you're 29?
Posted by: atari_age | April 27, 2007 06:34 AM
Toby, I hardly knew ya.
Posted by: Catch Up Lady | May 7, 2007 05:26 PM
Happy (belated) birthday.
You're only 24? It seems like you've been around forever.
Posted by: Steven. | May 28, 2007 12:52 AM