Birthday

Well, I'm older. The Starbucks people sang to me (I think I'm in love with the Starbucks guy). I know I'm getting balloons and cake at work today. Twenty-five was plain awful, 26 was alright because it was then that I learned I'm a Greek Yankee Doodle (March 25 is Greek Independence Day), and I think at 27 I've reached a place where my birthday is ok again. It used to be my favorite holiday, until I reached my mid-20s, and started to feel old. Now I'm in my *gulp* late 20s, and being older doesn't seem so daunting.
At least I never have to make the mistakes one makes when she's oh, say, twenty-one. And I'm not thirty yet. I have plenty of friends who will be thirty before me. (I love you guys. Thanks for taking the sting out of it.) And NBC has elected to make MY BIRTHDAY a second Thursday this week, so Friends is on. And I just got sung to again. I work with 1,000 people who are just like me, so chances are, there will be more singing.