Have I mentioned that I’m turning 25 next week? Have I mentioned that this is crazy? I distinctly recall being 16 just a few weeks ago. Nevertheless, I’ll be celebrating my quarter-centennial in Chicago with my bff Malka, a stiff drink, and a healthy acceptance of the aging process.
In honor of my impending geezerdom, I’m joining the crowds of hip-flashing riff-raff tomorrow at the Mifflin Street Block Party where Anthony and I intend to reenact our favorite scenes from Girls Gone Wild. Maybe I’ll get tear-gassed!
As for the rest of this summer, I’m excited for it in the way that a six-year-old is excited for the conspicuously large present under the Christmas tree. I’m not quite sure what it holds, but there’s a chance it could be a pony.