Friday, October 15, 2010

13, 29

I was born on Friday the 13th as you know, which makes 13 my official lucky number. (I also maintain that it prevents me from being affected by any other unlucky superstitions. Black cats? More like rainbows. Walking under ladders? One of my favorite pastimes. Broken mirror? Like winning the lottery.)


I realized on Wed., Oct. 13, that I have just 13 months left in my 20s. For the math deficient, that means the big 2-9 is coming up in a little under a month. If you know BAA, you know I’ve been planning the epic party for ages. Hello, 12-hour birthday extravaganzas do not just plan themselves.

As if the party of the year was not enough, I should also let you know that it’s about to get crazy up.in.herrrr. My 29th year is going to go down in history as one of the best 29s anyone has ever lived… and you’re invited! Buckle up for the 13-month ride of your lives… or vicarious ride of my life.

Details to come…

2 comments:

Liz said...

It better not include sharks or skydiving.
mom

TheWriteGirl said...

gah! I'm with you on this. I have 13 months to 30 too. No pressure or anything, but my list of Things To Do Before 30 is still massively untapped.