Ok, so it's my birthday. The 16th. I turn the victoriously lame and uneventful 23. I don't mind though. I'm not huge on birthdays anymore. I remember being a kid thinking from one birthday to the next. Constantly planning all the cool things that we could do, but every year, I always decided (to my Mom's relief) to have a sleepover with my girl friends. We'd do cake and stuff, but most of them were fairly laid back. I do remember a few where we'd go fun places and do fun and crazy things. I think those were the ones that wore my Mom out.
So here, on my birthday this year, I'm not going out to the bars. I'm not having cake. I'm not doing anything special. In fact, I'm heading to the police department to be the ride home and then going to bed early. The cool thing is, Wednesday is the camping trip. Yay!
This camping trip kind of sprung up on me. I know we've been planning it for a long time, but it was one of those things that we decided on quickly and sat down to plan weeks ago. Then everything else in the world happened and I didn't have any time to focus on this trip. Between hopping back and forth across state lines, it's been hard to remember my days. Now it seems like it's coming up fast and I haven't done anything to plan for it. Hopefully, all the reservations are still valid and we get to see what we want to.
Wish us luck!
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