My colleagues and friends were generous with their congratulations, and asking why I didn't plan the night off to go celebrate and instead scheduled a work night. Truth be told, after twenty three birthday celebrations, I've found that key ingredient that made the most special celebrations - spontaneity. Spontaneous calls and plans to meet up, unsolicited handshakes and pats-on-backs, random cakes and faily to eat it with... and not to mention, a very generous 50% off my birthday ramen from Ikkousha (*i'm your biggest fan <3 24-year-old.="" all="" and="" div="" happy="" made="" me="" nbsp="" newly-minted="" one="" thankful="" very="">
After my shift yesterday night, I snuck an ice cream from the pantry and sat by the river to eat it, like a final homage to the day. (Or rather, it was storming, so I sat on the steps of the building.) Across the river, the strobe lights from the clubs were pulsing - overhead, lightning was flashing in an orange sky, wind whipping the river into froth. It felt like a search party in front of my eyes. Except that I'd rather not be found. I was content to sit in the peaceful dark, and eat my ice cream.
Author's note: This scribble may not mean anything - maybe it was just a recording of the day. Most likely it would make more sense next year.
