Posted by Pajama Grrl:

There are some people that are birthday people and some people that are not. I am a birthday person. I love celebrating birthdays with big, bad parties that make your body hurt for days. This month, I celebrated the 25th Anniversary of my Placental Detachment and it hurt for days… oh sweet, sweet pain that makes you drink an entire bottle of Maalox in two days. I am officially 25, in my mid-twenties, awaiting that quarter-life crisis that many speak of. I have been twenty five for 1 week, 4 days, 5 hours and 11 minutes and all I can say is so far, so good. No crisis here (yet). In fact, I have had a great birthday month: it started with a fabulous trip to Las Vegas and ended it with a rowdy, blurry trip to Chicago. Not too shabby in my opinion.

The older I get, the more I turn back to childhood activities that I once enjoyed. For example, I have been rollerblading, I have been playing on a kickball league for about a year and I recently had a slumber party with all my junior high/high school friends. And this is what I look forward to?! This and the trusty bottle of Maalox. But at least I know that at age twenty five, I can still have just as much fun with a bunch of old friends, crammed into a full-sized bed and talk and laugh and eat cookies in bed. The only thing that has changed since our teenage years is that we are all still in bed because we are nursing a hangover because that is what happens when you get OLD.

-PG