Anyhow, my birthday was a couple of weeks ago and I made a big deal of it pretty much like I always do. I turned 25 and to me that's got an "I'm a quarter centenarian, bitches!" attitude written all over it. It was a weekend-long celebration of epic proportions.
Actually, scratch that, it was a Friday night celebration of epic proportions followed by two wonderful sunny days and two half-assed nights of celebration. What can I say, I started off at a sprint and it sure as hell caught up with me.
|Doesn't matter though, I looked so thin and hot.|
I kid... but no really...
So a couple of weeks before the big celebration I realized my actual birthday is on a Monday. Monday's are crappy days no matter who you are or what you do and the fact that my workday doesn't end until 8:30 p.m. on Mondays... Well I sure wasn't going to be celebrating then.
Instead, I planned a fabulous dinner followed by drinks on Friday. I bet you can't guess where we went...
|Ok you totally guessed it. I have a total obsession with the monk beer.|
|I got flowers and a bottle of wine. :)|
One friend even bought a round of Czech rum shots for the group. (I know what you're thinking: "Czechs make rum?") Thus begins the epicness.
|My first Czech rum shot... Whose idea was this?|
|It rose right over Narodni Trida while I was waiting for the tram home.|
|Eggs benny and a bloody mary, you are my life force.|
|Look at all the smoke clouds everywhere.|
Oh and I don't smoke pot (just not my thing).
|And my friends gave me a pirate balloon!!!|
Well, sometimes plans fail.
You know what happens when you start a marathon too quickly? You don't finish. So when you stay out until 6 or 7 a.m. and then wake up six hours later only to continue the party, the party ends early. By about midnight when we were on our way to the club, I realized I couldn't hack it.
Alas, I'll make it to Cross Club someday.
Then Sunday was just your typical Beer Garden Sunday. No crazy celebration, just a few beers and some cards with friends. I think Sunday might be my favorite day of the week.
|I love my typically Czech Sunday view.|
|Best roommate ever!|
Beyond that though, it was just a normal day. But a good one. At the end of the day my roommate asked me which has been the best of my 25 years and I think I'd have to say this 25th one.
- I went to nine different countries and saw some of the most amazing things in the world.
- I moved to Prague officially and got a job within two days.
- I love my job.
- I have made a ton of amazing friends and managed to keep in touch with others from way back when.
- My family is doing relatively well and my dad's cancer even went into remission.
- I feel like I've really learned a lot about myself and my limits and I'm prepared to take whatever life throws at me.
All in all, the only major downers I can think of in the past year are that I drowned my MacBook and I'm broke. I'm used to being broke so, overall, I think I'm doing pretty damn well.
So here's to what I hope will be an amazing 26th year of life and another year of seizing the day in an effort to blow 25 out of the water.