For the past few years, I have been frolicking around the world and being the youngest at everything. I was the youngest person in my masters program. I was the youngest person ever to win the Fulbright ETA to Hungary, and my life was pretty much bomb.com. I got to smile and say things like, "Oh, I just turned 21." I would then flip my hair and then go shopping at Zara.
Shit went downhill, when I moved to Denver.
A lot of my friends here are older than me, so I get to hear all of the fun consternation about hitting 30. Everyone assumes that they will still be young at 30, that age is just a number, and that they are totally okay with hitting 30. They normally exclaim how okay they are with getting older as they throw back multiple shots to the face.
Last night, I celebrated my friend's 26th birthday. KK and I threw the celebration, and it was kind of last minute....because we both assumed that she would invite people and have a place that she wanted to go. Quickly, I cleaned the apartment while she brought over our Madrileño. We had a really fun pre-game session that involved dancing, Spanglish, an epic conversation about how the Denver Teaching Fellows is a horrible organization, and hummus. Because any good party involves hummus.
My favorite highlight was the Madrileña repeatedly saying that she hates doing shots. We forced her into a shot of tequila and then she repeatedly lambasted the fact that she hates shots and won't do anymore. Then I brought out some delicious caramel infused vodka from Poland.
Shit went downhill, when I moved to Denver.
A lot of my friends here are older than me, so I get to hear all of the fun consternation about hitting 30. Everyone assumes that they will still be young at 30, that age is just a number, and that they are totally okay with hitting 30. They normally exclaim how okay they are with getting older as they throw back multiple shots to the face.
Last night, I celebrated my friend's 26th birthday. KK and I threw the celebration, and it was kind of last minute....because we both assumed that she would invite people and have a place that she wanted to go. Quickly, I cleaned the apartment while she brought over our Madrileño. We had a really fun pre-game session that involved dancing, Spanglish, an epic conversation about how the Denver Teaching Fellows is a horrible organization, and hummus. Because any good party involves hummus.
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| This same photo has been taken in many countries and several continents. |
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| This is Jess repeatedly saying that she doesn't take shots. |
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| Here's to being 23! |
My favorite highlight was the Madrileña repeatedly saying that she hates doing shots. We forced her into a shot of tequila and then she repeatedly lambasted the fact that she hates shots and won't do anymore. Then I brought out some delicious caramel infused vodka from Poland.
Polish vodka, specifically the glorious caramel kind that I had on my spring break last year, is the most amazing thing in the world. It didn't taste like vodka, it tasted like caramel...which is awesome.
I opened the bottle and within an hour, it was gone and everyone was dancing. That's what the Polish spirit does.
I opened the bottle and within an hour, it was gone and everyone was dancing. That's what the Polish spirit does.
Off we went to Church, during Latino night to get our Spanish dancing on. It was ridiculously fun and I think that for a last minute birthday party, KK and I definitely pulled through. Now, let's hope that someone in Denver will throw me a surprise party.
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Also, moderately glad that my hair didn't turn out blonde. I need to not be crazy when I am in a bad mood. I am glad that my gray is covered and that it is lighter. So, it's net positive.
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