I celebrated my birthday for the 26th time last week. As much as I loathe to admit it, I am firmly in my mid (shh, don't say late) twenties, aren't I? Eesh, That's a (particularly) bitter pill to swallow.
I promise I will not sit here and talk about how in all seriousness, I still feel like I'm 20 (that can't be good) or how every birthday past the age of 21 has just whizzed by faster than I can say "GIVE ME BACK MY YOUTH" or how being closer to the next decade older is kind of sort of freaking me out like can I hide under my bed for a second here please I need a moment.
Nope. None of that whining here.
Here, have some happy photos instead. Let me mope in peace.
But no, real talk. I had a great time ushering in my 26th with my favorite people on 3 separate nights, wining and dining to my heart's content. Honestly, this birthday wasn't spent all too different from many birthdays past and that is something I am truly, truly grateful for. I was surrounded by the people I hold nearest and dearest and I ate a lot of cake (and paella). What more can I ask for? The photos really only show one night (the video below is better at a fair representation of the celebratory shenanigans) but every night was glorious in its own, hilarious way.
Thanks, you guys. For being my best, brightest and bombest diggiest.
thanks for the timely reminder, hank. i needed to hear that. why waste my time being angry when i can brainstorm on what to have for dinner, continue my search for perfectly shaped ice cream sticks and think of even more ways to use the gorgeous colored paper i just bought? (aka the important stuff.)
In March (incidentally, the same weekend as the sevens so it was utter mayhem everywhere oh goodness no), I spent 50 hours in Hong Kong with my best girlfriends from college to celebrate Jane + Anthony's big day. Given that we're scattered around cities aplenty (with Jane in particular all the way in +702 some 7300 miles away), it really feels like such a treat whenever we're together, all the more so since we had all just gotten together in July 2012 for Helen's big do. Here are a few photos to somewhat (not really, okay almost not at all) tell the tale of the whirlwind trip.
we like escalators.
(taking these photos was an adventure in and of itself, complete with running in heels and unglamorous shrieking. )
patiently standing in line for 九記牛腩麵. (certified to be worth the wait and getting unceremoniously yelled at.)
our beautiful, beautiful bride, jane. (we miss you.)
half our table! (other half not pictured and a lot less important as they are boys. not sry2say.)
U! N! L! V! (apparently, we're making this a thing now. see original image here.)
brunch at green @ hotel icon (everything was delicious but the breadsticks, oh the cheesy breadsticks. i want to write a love song to the breadsticks.)
奶油豬 @ tsui wah
(how can i call myself a tourist if i don't have some tsui wah? or rather... multiple servings of this pièce de résistance?)
us ♡ (i adore us.)
Not pictured: A... lot. We got lazy and I am ashamed.
We're older, possibly smarter, not quite wiser but the 18 year old college girl in all of us comes to the forefront when we're together. In the best, best way possible. Even when we get lost for hours on end and we end up having to ask a police officer for directions (which he then stoically points to the next street like 10 steps away as our final destination. oh.). Even when we squeal like schoolgirls with the news of new beginnings or discuss the ins and outs of existing relationships with the intensity usually reserved for board meetings. Even when we reminisce non-stop about old times and wonder with trepidation about our futures.
How lucky we are. How so very lucky we are to have this.
nothing clever to muse on and life has been very rinse, wash repeat for the past i don't even know how long. you know what, though? i think that's something to celebrate. the same faces, the same events, the same stories. the same hugs, the same kisses, the same few people who insist on invading your personal space and you pretend to reluctantly let them. you know the drill.
some people just aren't made for adventures and that's a-okay.
and those who try to wreak havoc, well, you know. you must know. (karma's a bad, bad bitch.)
i've always tried to advocate contentment as the ultimate goal because we all know that even if jenny's got all them rocks, don't be fooled. she's still jenny from the block. okay, that reference did not make any sense because she's talking about how real she remains regardless of her many baubles but let's just go with it. it just came to me in a misguided flash.
basically, what good will anything be if all i want is everything?
i reject that notion and i really want to reject that version of myself. i think we've gotten so used to demanding, just incessantly demanding, and i'll be the first to admit that i'm so very guilty of that. one egg tart is not enough. i need twelve with an extra helping of custard buns and char siew sous. now that's just crossed the line into greed okay, greed.
i have to drum the idea into my head that not everyone is a primadonna girl and no, that song was not meant to be the theme song of our lives. there's a fine line between resting on your laurels and a self-centred quest for everything. the key is to find that happy medium. how perfectly named this compromise is.
(still working with the idea of a tree-house though. still working on it.)