My birthday is January 3rd. I made the mistake of working on my birthday last year and that was a disaster. It was probably the worst day of my professional life. So I vowed to stay away from that lunacy this year. Instead, I slept in, picked up Lucy's friend Danielle (remember the peanut allergy) from the airport, and became an official Nevada resident. Even though I've had my Nevada plates for a while, I never had my license. In Nevada, new drivers have to take the written test if they're under 25. So I thought about taking the test and I decided to do it. Then I printed out the study guide and never looked at it. After a year of lying to myself, I decided to just wait for my birthday.
My experience at the DMV was pretty good. I took an awesome picture for my license. Really. When I got it back, my immediate response was "I look fantastic." And I did. The only caveat was that I relinquish my North Dakota license. Fortunately, I took a picture of it. Unfortunately, I can't just put it on the Internet. It has a lot of personal information on it you know.
After the DMV, I went out for lunch with my friends who were working that day. Once we ate, I ran some errands and met them for happy hour. Lucy and Danielle also came. Jesse was still a little sick so he stayed home.
Turning 25 was a lot of fun. But it was also maybe too much party. I've got to start thinking smaller. Who am I kidding? The way I see it, there's only one time a year to celebrate your being. And if you can't milk it for all it's worth, you're a dummy.
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