10 days and counting to Thenny’s old maid-dom

I don’t really want to turn 23.  Yes, half of the population in the world is getting ready to slap me in the back of my head because I’m being silly and am not, in fact, that old at all.  But I think most of you will agree with me, when I say that there is no “good” birthday after 21.  Childhood are really the best birthday years.

1. Your parents get to pay for your friends’ gifts.
2. There’s always a nice, formal party and everyone goes and gives you presents, eat cake, and open presents.  (Yes, I like presents.)
3. There is no ambiguity because some people like celebrating their birthdays and some don’t.
4. If you’re invited to the party, you bring a gift.  If you’re not, you’re not.

AND childhood are the best years to have birthdays:

• Each year before the age of ten is a complete miracle.  At one, in Chinese tradition, you have a huge party, put a bunch of random objects, and let the baby meander through all the objects.  Whichever one he or she picks up determines his or her future career.  For example, a hairbrush would signify a career as a hairdresser, or money would mean being rich or a businessman, etc.
• 9, last 1 digit year
• 10, you’re finally a two digit number of years
• 12, last two digit year before a teenager
• 13, you’re finally a teen and can watch PG-13 movies without your parents or guardians (yayyyy!)
• 14, first year of high school, typically, you have more freedom, and a car and going off to college don’t look so far away
• 15, quinceniera (yes, it’s spelled wrong; I added the “i” for the “~”); also your driver’s permit
• 16, sweet 16, and you finally get to drive!!
• 17, you’re almost legal, and if you’re a girl and work as a hostess, you can enjoy have 30 year old men foddle you with their eyes… pleasant, isn’t it?
• 18, you’re finally legal; there are so many many benefits
• 19, last teen year; you can legally drink in Canada
• 20, first year of your 20s; 21 isn’t so far off, but you still have fun drinking at house parties that don’t card
• 21, the year you realize that if you hadn’t looked so nervous all your previous years, you’d have gotten into most clubs.  It’s all about confidence.  Is there a point in even bringing you I.D.?  I mean you know you’re 21; everyone else should
• 22, you slowly start to realize that you’re no longer 21.  If people were shooting pornos, you wouldn’t be the targeted 18 or 21 age anymore.  In fact, you’ve passed that and will never be that again.  You’re slowly becoming more of an adult; yet you pine for your childhood when youre weekends weren’t filled up with a thousand to do lists, random errands of beauraucracy, and obligations to the gray area that used to be called “friendship.”  Before, you either were or you weren’t, but with coworkers, networking, and friends of best friends and boyfriends, you’re no longer sure who’s who and what’s what.  Should you really buy a gift for someone’s birthday?  Will a card suffice?  How does it all work?
• 23… I don’t know… but I don’t see it getting much better.  I heard that after you turn 30 and have faced with the fact that you’re no longer a young, naive idiot, life gets better.  At least that’s until you hit your 40s, menopause, and midlife crisis.

I understand that I’m not exactly sounding too happy about the moment.  To be truthful, I’m not completely looking forward to turning 23 in ten days, but I’m not as depressive or cynical as I may come out in the post.  Excitement and fright are probably the two best words to describe my emotional state.

And I did make this awesome evite.  I’m hoping to have a slightly bigger party at OTIS on Maiden Lane on my actual birthday, the 27th.  Then, I’m going to have a smaller group over to just hang out and chill at the park or something on Saturday.  Sunday, which I’m praying to God will actually happen, I would prefer to spend it entirely with Ty.  And I mean the whole day.  Not half a day.  Not until 4pm.  From like noon all the way to like 7 or 8.  Sleeping not included.  (Okay, I am being cynical, but I’m not exactly holding my breath for this one.)

So that’s the plan.  Here’s the evite.  Thenny has to go back to worky now