Twenty-two (in five days)
<<2005-10-15 - 4:35 p.m.>> I'm excited for my birthday. Chloë's coming down from New Haven and Emma's coming up from Philadelphia. I'm having a nice lunch and going to a museum with my mother (haven't picked a show yet), then meeting Chloë & Emma & Ken for the fortuitously-scheduled Freestyle show in the East Village. They've promised some sort of my-birthday element. Dinner & drinks afterwards with aforementioned plus Arthur and probably Lin, maybe Anthony and Bill as well. I haven't picked the place—maybe Verlaine. I'm going to be delighted not to be 21 anymore—22 is in my 20s. More is taken for granted, in an interesting way. I remember being miserable about spending my birthday at Renfrew. Thinking about what that meant I was missing. "Reframing." Thinking about what that meant I was giving myself. It's been an eventful year. And an uneventful day. I fell asleep on the phone with Ken at 8:30 last night and slept until 11 this morning. Laundry. Shower. October birthdays celebrated en masse this evening. << - >> |