Groundhog Birthday

Every year around my birthday the same thing happens. I dread making a decision on where to have my party and I mistakenly think that it’s going to be warm enough for me to prance around in tiny outfits. (and then I get really wasted). I don’t know why I always assume that the end of April is somehow summer-like. You’d think I would have learned my lesson after many years of showing up at my birthday wearing short skirts and open toed sandals and inevitably freezing my ass off. The most memorable example of this would be my 24th (25th?) birthday at a bar that doesn’t even exist anymore. I decided to wear a little pink skirt, tank top, and white open toed heels. This was the infamous year that I drunk cried about to this day I do not know what, cut my foot open and left a trail of blood all over my apartment, and accidentally unplugged my refrigerator. But at least I wore what I wanted to wear...

This year, nothing has changed. I found a desired outfit online and sent the link to my friend for approval. She said, no you cannot wear that, it’s too summery, you are going to be cold. Of course, we all know I bought it anyway and luckily the 7 day forecast seems to insinuate that Saturday is going to be 75 degrees! I may actually be vindicated this year! I love global warming...