Stick a fork in me, 'cus I'm done.

What is it about life milestones that make us plan events around them? When we graduate from school, we devote a whole day to sitting around in a nylon robe, wearing a piece of covered cardboard on our heads. For weddings, we dress up in uncomfortable formal wear, spending fortunes for the sake of the families involved. And then for birthdays, we ring another year of life in as if it was New Year's Eve.

I sent out an e-mail, suggesting where I wanted to go for my 24th (see below). Gathered up all the e-mails and hoped for the best. I had decided that I should plan something after an inner debate on how I wanted to keep this year low key but I still did want to go out and have fun. I've been a little down on my luck lately and I figured that I should devote my birthday to being selfish, because after all, it's my day.

Some friends had other ideas, others gave me the infamous "who else is going?", even more gave me, "can I tell you when I know?". Then to top it off, I made a mistake and scheduled the whole shebang the same weekend that another friend of mine was planning a party of her own...a party that I was invited to. It's beginning to be more trouble than it's worth. Or it just might be my feeling sorry for myself.

As of now, I'm on the brink of calling it all off. Just give me a 40 oz. and I'll be good.