It sounds better in french than it does in english.
What is 23?
It sounds so dead when you say it.
22 was like, “he he i’m 22.” Almost like saying I was 19 again.
Even though I turned 23, we celebrated like we were 21.
SO MUCH CHAMPAGNE IN SO LITTLE TIME.
This then caused me to be sick on my actual birthday.
After a night at the Andaz, a french fight in Hancock Park, we ended up at my favorite Greystone Manor.
Please note the sarcasm since I had the worst hangover of my life after an evening there.
The birthday bender continued with a boozy brunch at the open air Hudson.
It was raining and so perfect until my hangover appeared out of nowhere.
The actual day of my birth, I woke up with the worst sore throat ever.
Of course today it is gone, but at the time, I could barely swallow a tylenol.
I spent most of the day in bed with my devoted cat Socks.
I later emerged to go to Starbs but couldn’t have my iced SKHZL.
I made it to a birthday dinner with the fam, but could barely drink.
Even though I was out for the count yesterday, I did enough celebrating saturday and sunday that made up for it.