I Don't Know About You, But I'm Feelin' 22

 This past Thursday was my 22nd birthday. It feels somewhat surreal to finally be 22. My roommate Cheyenne likes to induce an existential crisis in me by saying things like "wow, you’re finally the age you'll be when you graduate," or "wow, I'm not even halfway to 22." I'm clearly loved. Anyway, the only good thing about being 22 so far in my opinion is being able to listen to Taylor Swift's "22" and be able to relate. 

To celebrate, Cheyenne, Jasmyn, two friends from high school and I went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. It had been quite some time since we had seen our high school friends. I of course got a Kenny's Cooler (the best drink) and ate far too many rolls. Before we had left for dinner, my mom had sent me a beautiful arrangement of flowers from the local shop. 

While at dinner, my friend Cole got carded with the rest of us, even though he didn't decide to get a drink, and our waitress said that she had no idea why she made him do that. To make her feel better, Cole said "he just wanted to be included." Banterlike this continued throughout the night, which led the waitress to call him annoying (lightheartedly) which was definitely one of the highlights of my night. 

 After dinner, my roommates and I did a celebratory shot of '42, which is reserved for special occasions. With it being a Thursday, of course I still had work to do, so I finished up my lab for sensation and perception psychology and went to sleep. 

Overall, I had a great birthday, and I'm so lucky to have amazing friends to spend my day with.

p.s. I'm patiently waiting for 22 (Taylor's Version).