29 years...what's the difference?

My birthday was last Saturday.  I am officially in my last year as a twenty-something.  What can be said about it? Nothing much actually.  My aunt, uncle and cousins were in town and spent some time with me at my birthday to-do and my uncle Fred asked me "So how does it feel to be 29?"  I gave him the same answer I give anyone who asks me this question "the same as it felt to be 28, and 27 and even 23 really."

It's true!

It's not like something magical happens on the day of your birth.  Faeries don't come out and magically make you feel older, add more wrinkles to your face.  It's a gradual change.  Do I feel old? Sometimes.  I am not the spring chicken of 16 anymore but then again, I was never really a spring chicken.  I have always been an old lady at heart.  Silly when I want to be, but ultimately set in my ways and damn lazy when I can get away with it.

Having dinner at Brio with the girls, rocking my awesome Star Wars dress! 

So what did I do to ring in my oh so auspicious 29th year.  I spent the day lounging/frying at the beach with my friends and family.  And I mean the day.  I was there from 11-6.  I am 17 shades of brown right now, and the Gerbil well, let's just say I have never seen such an interesting burn in my life.  I think my favorite part of the day was when my best friend Angelica got there with her husband and son in tow.  I kind of felt like I was on duty the rest of the day, there were so many people there.  But by the time Angie got there everyone else had left, so I got to really laze around, talk, hang out.  It was the mellow day I had envisioned.

We went out to dinner that night and spent the rest of the weekend at my parents.  It was nice.  It was mellow.  It was peaceful.  It was very much me.