I'm 26 years old today. Birthdays seem less and less exciting every year. When I was a kid, I'd be on an entirely different mental plane every March 5. Now the "It's my birthday" thought is only marginally more exciting than the realization that I have half a pint of Godiva chocolate ice cream in the freezer at home. Not earth-shattering, but pleasant nonetheless The Friends decided that my birthday festivities would include dinner at a restaurant in Akron that I haven't been to in about 3 years. Turns out said restaurant went out of business last summer. Now I'm faced with making the "what-do-I-want-to-do-for-my-birthday" decision. Holly, for some reason, thinks I should want to go bowling. I do not want to go bowling. As for what I want to do, I'm considering eating Greek food. You can't go wrong with flaming cheese ... that's my birthday motto.
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