Double Deuce

Today’s my 22nd birthday. You know, after 21, everything else just sounds old. I meet, what do I have to look forward to now? Retirement?
How did I celebrate? Well, today I got up early to meet with my advisers about my thesis. It went surprisingly well! I have some hefty revisions before I present on the 28th, but I’m pleased with my own progress and the excellent feedback. I went to class nearly 20 minutes late, job searched at work, came back to my apartment and decided… it’s my freaking birthday, I’m putting rum in my Pepsi. It was a good decision.Let’s backtrack a little, shall we?
Friday: I applied for four Real Jobs. For some reason, the only positions I’m finding are all in Illinois… but after seeing how much fun those darned Chicago bloggers have, I’m ridiculously excited about the idea of moving to the state next door. This morning, I received a reply from one of the organizations. I sent my resume to an alum and she told me she’d be happy to pass it along. Yay. 🙂

Saturday: The Beau Named Joe and his housemates graciously agreed to host a birthday bonanza. My good friend Becky and Molly had birthdays last week, so we threw a lovely party. It was an absolute blast. Pictures are posted at the end of the post.

And today? I’m spiking my own drinks and taking a nap.

Trust me, we’re a force to be reckoned with. (Ok, so we lost, but that was unusual.)

The birthday girls, Molly, Becky, and I, take our celebratory Jello shot.

Mmm, cake!