Settle in, this is going to be a long one. I am bad about sending real birthday cards in the mail. But this was going to be the year I finally did it. And then I sorta lost the card I was going to send. And I realized I don't actually have your new address. The best laid plans and all that. But then I remembered I have a blog. So, I can harness all the power of the interwebs (thank you, Al Gore) to wish you a happy birthday.
Twenty-five was a heck of a year, my friend. What can I say? At least it's over sounds too pessimistic. It was character building? A little too self-help aisle. I don't really know what this year was all about, but for every blow it gave you, you gave one right back. Twenty-five didn't know what it was getting into. At the end of the day, you were kind of a rock star.
But this year wasn't all about the crazy. Let's review, shall we? We went back to the Gulf for our 4th Annual Road Trip. Nothing like the beach and some boiled peanuts to say vacation. Traveling together is the true test of a friendship. I'd say that we did okay. I mean, no one actually ended up kicked out on the side of the road, right? (And I'm including DOTTY in that!) We may eat dinner with the geriatrics, sing Mandy Moore on repeat and spend our nights watching Bravo, but there's nothing as much fun as vacation.
Well, with the exception of this movie (Ryan Gosling shirtless--hello!)...
And this night (hello, Captain!).