When: August 13 // Weather: 80s and cloudy (but I wear sunglasses b/c I’m cool) // Real life: birthday dinner
I had a birthday last month, so I’ve now had enough time to get used to the new age I lie about being. I like to go with a 9-year deficit. Subtracting 10 is much easier, sure, but when I turned 30 I didn’t want to be too young for a cocktail because who deserves cocktails more than the 30-somethings of the world? We spent our best years surviving a recession, and now we have lame things like jobs and mortgages and kids, and when we go to the doctor, we hear things like “this is a common complaint at your age.” Meanwhile, we’re still young enough to worry about whether we might outlast the ozone layer.
So when I turned “25” a few weeks ago, you better believe I put on my finest adult onesie and ordered a cocktail called The Elder Witch. Happy birthday to me!
Jumpsuit // Shoes (on sale) // Sunglasses // Necklace // similar Bracelet // similar Clutch
