A few weeks ago I entered my LeBron year (haha…a little NBA humor for you all who are going to come at me for saying that). I turned the big 2-3. And…there’s no song about it.
In order to make up for the lack of “23” songs to jam to, I had to make sure I rung in the next chapter of my life in the perfect way.
I ditched the usual “me and my 160 closest friends” theme that I had been running with the past few years and called on only my closest local friends to help me make 23 the new 21.
Unfortunately, there seems to be a lack of photographs from the occassion – sign of a good night, right?
This past weekend, I hit up Brooklyn NY to celebrate my birthday the way it was meant to be celebrated – with my best friend and my sister (and my brother!). Can you believe that I hadn’t visited them since their big move to BK?
Anyways, we ate amazing food, overdosed on the complementary coffee their building offers, watched Friends, and bought matching rings – I guess you could call that the usual.
It truly is always better when we’re together. I’m now in the slump I always get trapped in after coming back to Chicago after family time. Luckily A and I have a trip to SF planned in March, so at least there’s something to look forward to – right?
Lots of love,