22

Hey! I am now officially old. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am 22. No longer on the cusp of adulthood... no longer just barely old enough to make it into American bars... no longer absurdly young for my faculty (okay, still pretty young, but what can you do?)... I am, if not old, getting closer to the downhill slope. Birthdays no longer feel like special occasions and I've started to forget how old I am and miscalculate my age by a couple of years. I think that's a sure sign of encroaching senility. Anyway, I had a fantastic day yesterday - got cards and packages and had coffee and lunch at the Italian Market with my roommates and then had a bunch of our friends over for burgers, floats, and chocolate cake. It was raining and miserable and none of us wanted to go out, so we stayed in and played charades until our RA kicked us out (stupid quiet hours), at which point we headed to Scott's and continued the game. It was great - just a nice, happy night with my favourite people out here. Incidentally, they asked what was my wierdest birthday, not expecting to hear anything particularly special, and then got the story of last year, with the kidnapping and the Black Claw and the sword fight in the front yard, and were suitably impressed. I love these folks, but I miss you at home people a lot! Have a great February and thanks for the emails, the ecard (Kjersti, you rock!), and the calls. You girls are the best.