My birthday is a week away and I have no idea what to do. Whenever my birthday sneaks up on me, I am hesitant to plan anything lengthy because planning anything is a hassle for me. I’m just not a party-planning type of gal, or the tiniest iota organizational in general. But as my 26th year on Earth approaches and I officially depart from my early 20s, I can see a distinct evolution in my birthday celebrations.
I’m just not that excited anymore and a quick drink at a bar will suffice. My energy is depleted; I am too old for this s***. But what should I really be celebrating?
Want to know what my 21st birthday looked like? Pretty damn 2-1. My boyfriend grabbed me mid-fall five seconds after this was taken.
I live in Austin, a city that boasts the most concentrated hub of drinking holes ever, seemingly. When 2:00 AM hits, the streets are flooded with rolling waves of drunk savages. Parking is a joke, wastoids are obnoxious, dude-bros travel in popped-collared packs and the famous 6th Street has experienced in uptick in crime and violence. I cannot stomach revisiting this world that my 21-year-old self took residence in.
The years following my debauchment have progressively toned down in age. What was once raging at a house party with toxic trashcan punch is now gabbing with girlfriends over dinner in a clean establishment. I hate being drunk, I want to clearly remember my good times, I don’t enjoy CHERRY VODKA SOURS anymore, and I really enjoy staying home sipping on wine and watching basketball with my boyfriend. Plus, I have moved further and further away from Central Austin, therefore I whine about driving more than 3 miles. (We are spatially spoiled in these parts.)
Nonetheless, I have much to celebrate as I usher in my 26th year of life. My first half of 25th year was a bad one, with friends moving away, a slightly depressing phase, problems with family and best friends, a bastard of a landlord, etc. The second half was magnifique in comparison. So I welcome 26 with open arms in a slo-mo running sequence, ideally with Mariah Carey singing “Hero” in the background. I want to bring together my good friends to toast to an optimistic year and shrug away a bad year that I managed to get through.
Ultimately, I am still alive and grateful!
To my dear Lovelies, how do you celebrate your birthday? Has it changed over the years or do you stick with birthday traditions?