Football

I’ve spent the last two nights watching Bowl Games. I forgot how much I love watching football! I have to decide what I’m doing for my upcoming birthday, and I think I want to either go with a group to dinner and a live show, or I want to have people over to watch one of the play-off games and eat homemade hoagies and caramel popcorn.

I’m excited to celebrate with friends–but I’m not particularly excited to age. I like my age right now. I could stay this age forever. And as far as anyone else is concerned–I will.

Tomorrow I’ll embrace it. But in the meantime–I’m going to try and talk about being 29 as often as possible before my birthday. I just want to say it over and over again, “Hi! I’m Eve! I’m 29!”
“Hey, yeah–I’m totally in my 20s!”

I am pathetic.

But for the most part I have amazing friends who have gone before me into this decade and who make me feel very good about this big birthday. Some of the sexiest, coolest people I know are in their 30s. And some of the most vapid, self-absorbed idiots I know are in their 20s.

I’m not sure why I’m even bothered by this birthday when I think about it in those terms!

I love watching football while crammed on a leather couch next to two hot guys. I love watching West Virginia University play the game. They’re just so elegant! It was a fabulous display of skill.

Tomorrow night Virginia Tech plays. I don’t know if I can handle another late night. My co-workers thought I was hung over today. I wasn’t of course, but it has been a very long week of football, dancing, and late nights.

I love New Years week!