Since my birthday is coming up really soon, I started thinking back to birthday memories and remembered this little gem.
The Big 2-1.
I don’t know why it was “The Big 2-1,” because it’s not like 21 signifies anything in Canada. The drinking age is 18. But I don’t know, it still felt like a big deal.
Anyway, the plan was food, bowling (I love bowling – there’s a chance I may make anyone celebrating The Big 2-7 with me go bowling again), and then a party at my BFF Mandelle’s apartment.
That wasn’t really relevant. Either way, now you know a little bit about my 21st birthday. You’re welcome.
The thing you need to know is that when I walked into Mandelle’s apartment on my 21st birthday, I saw this:
Yes. It’s a Birthday Tree.
Let me just zoom in on the angel for a second…
Yes. That’s me. Dressed in a sailor hat.
Just days before my birthday party was my actual birthday, during which I hung out with Mandelle and her roommate and tried on a variety of costume pieces and took a variety of photos while we drank a lot of vodka.
And then she made me into a birthday angel.
I would go on to become the Halloween angel, and then the Christmas angel, for a few years in a row.
Lesson learned: I am an angel.
I mean…I have the greatest friends.