Twenty Five and Counting

Friends, yesterday was my twenty fifth birthday. It’s probably the first birthday where it’s really hit me how old I’m getting. I’m actually an adult? Maybe, but I’m gonna keep acting like a kid. I don’t want to be an old man. Not yet.

Of course, 25 comes with it’s perks. I can now rent a car without paying extra for the “underage” fee. And I’m told my insurance premiums on my car will go down. Which could be awesome because they dropped when I was 21 too.

I want to thank all my friends who helped celebrate the big day with a little trip to our favorite birthday restaurant, Red Robin. I know I’m getting old, because there were four kids under the age of five at my birthday party. All of our friends have babies, some of them start Kindergarden soon. NUTS.

Also, I’m pretty sure no one actually goes to Red Robin unless their celebrating a birthday. The waiters and waitresses must have sung the special birthday song four times while we were there. And I can almost guarantee I was the oldest person celebrating a birthday there… which leads back to the first point, I’m still a kid inside. And I hope I feel that way for a long time.