With the passing of August the fourth, another birthday has come and gone. I am now in my late mid-twenties, but try as you may, you will not make me feel old, so don't even bother trying.
With the stress of "Fame Whore", "VGL 5'4" Top", and Lucky Charming occupying the majority of my brain cells, I didn't want to make my birthday too complicated this year. Normally I attempt to throw a substantial extravaganza to celebrate my emergence from my mother's womb, and pretend that I'm a pack leader for a change, but I figured it would benefit my sanity to keep it simple.
I started my day off with a delightful brunch outing with my boylesque buddies and my roommate. It was a splendid time with some absolutely wonderful friends that I am so thrilled to have in my life. I've told you all before how terrible I am at being spontaneous, so I thought that freedom would a great gift to give myself, so I played it the rest of the day by ear. We wandered around the village, parked ourselves on the Christopher Street Pier for a while, stopped at Stonewall for a beverage.
The day closed with a cozy night in at my apartment with a couple of buddies, a couple of pizzas, and a bottle of rum. Not the way most would celebrate this occasion, but it hit the spot. We all know how I am on Saturdays, and trying to venture out into that insanity would most likely only have spoiled the celebration rather than enhancing it. My only regret is that I still have yet to experience the phenomenon of birthday sex. Yup...never done it.
I appreciate all of the lovely birthday shout-outs I've gotten across various social media forums. The best birthday gift in the world is to know you are loved.
However, if you want to give me yet another gift, you can visit Between My Sheets and nominate me for this year's list of Top 100 Sex Bloggers! Last year I debuted at 32... maybe I can score even higher this year! Thanks in advance for all your support!