Dirtieth Thirtieth

Three months from today, something big is going to happen. It will be my birthday, my favorite day of the year (and the first day of summer), and I will turn this:

Finally, a real adult (adults can live at home with their parents, RIGHT?)

If I had my way, I would go to Chicago for dinner and eat the El Bulli menu at Next. The tickets are $365 a person and oh, they're sold out. Furthermore, I would be a little concerned that olives would be served and I would feel like a jerk ignoring them. I just hate those little buggers.

Anyway, I love my birthday, I love age, and I can't wait for 6/21/12. Get pumped.