Monday is my 24th birthday

Last night Laura and I were talk­ing about how we both feel weird about cel­e­brat­ing our birth­days. This does not seem to be a prob­lem for every­one. The feel­ing hap­pens every year around my birth­day. It isn’t that I don’t want to cel­e­brate. I’m not really sure how to cel­e­brate. Birth­days, like all hol­i­days, have so many expec­ta­tions. Expec­ta­tions makes cel­e­bra­tions feel totally weird.

So what should hap­pen on birth­day? I cel­e­brated my 22nd and 23rd birth­days at the Brown House. (I don’t imag­ine I will cel­e­brate my 24th there.) I tried to get tick­ets for Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, but that didn’t work out. My idea for this year was to use my birth­day as an excuse to do the things we never do. So I want to make an apple pie, have french fries, drink a soy choco­late milk­shake, have a really hoppy beer, maybe hang out at a park? Who’s with me?