Let it be known, I love margaritas. I don't think that came as a surprise to anyone. For my 29th birthday I naturally needed to celebrate with my favorite beverage.
So I took a friend, who just recently had her 29th birthday so she could relate to my old age woes, out to dinner. We went to my favorite restaurant, Don Panchos, and I was ready to devour juicy delicious carnitas and guzzle margaritas like it was my job!
So I took a friend, who just recently had her 29th birthday so she could relate to my old age woes, out to dinner. We went to my favorite restaurant, Don Panchos, and I was ready to devour juicy delicious carnitas and guzzle margaritas like it was my job!
However, after half a plate of carnitas and rice, I was too full to eat anymore. We ordered a pitcher to split, and we couldn't finish it. I had a terrible stomach ache. All I wanted to do was put on pajamas and watch Project Runway on my couch.
Then it hit me...!
I suddenly got old on my 29th birthday. An old lady over night! If Mexican food upsets my stomach and margaritas are unappealing, then I don't want to be 29! I'll stay 28 forever! Back when life made sense and was worth something!
Happy Birthday to me. Welcome to old lady-hood.
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