Life in Beta

I’m 28 today. Twenty-freakin’-eight.

I feel like I’m still about 17. Where did the time go?

I haven’t had my first gray hair pop up yet. Then again, Benjamin at Tangles keeps my hair dyed so masterfully that I’m not sure I’d know if I had any. (Seriously, that man works wonders.)

In the last year I have managed to develop my first wrinkles though — two of them, right between my eyebrows. I distinctly remember the first time, about a month ago, that I touched my face and felt the lines and realized that they remained creased no matter how I contorted my face. Crap. Of course I’d get scowl lines instead of laugh lines. Bring on the Oil of Olay!

(There’s a strong possibility I may be hallucinating these “wrinkles”, but I’m taking preventative measures.)

Despite all that and despite the fact that 28 is frighteningly close to 30 (we won’t talk about that), I’m pretty excited about this birthday overall.

First off, though this will sound superstitious and stupid, I find that even-numbered birthdays (which are also even-numbered years, in my case) always go better than odd-numbered birthdays. I’m going to run with this theory and declare this an awesome year.

Also, I’ve decided that the age of 28 makes you sound like you know something. (What? I don’t know. But something.) That is, in your late-20′s you seem old enough to be an adult and be at least somewhat an authority on life, yet you’re still young enough to be stupid and have fun on the weekends. I like that.

(As an aside: When I was a kid I believed I would “know it all” by the age of 30. I think I’m waaay behind on that. Maybe I’ll shoot for about 80…)

How am I celebrating? Quietly, with my dog and cat and dear friend, Mike, who drove down all the way from Pennsylvania today. I made a roast in the crockpot and I think maybe we’ll go out for dessert and drinks (’cause let’s face it — baking your own birthday cake sucks). I like quiet birthdays anyway.

Rumor has it, though, that the knit shop girls have more planned for us February-birthday-girls on Saturday. Which means a heluva good time! Those gals are crazy and I love every one of them like family.

Anyway, before I go off on a mushy-tangent… Yes, I am 28 today. And it is going to be a good year.