23

I turned the ripe old age of 23 over the weekend, on Saturday to be exact. For the celebrations we went to the Flounge where high jinx was had by all. I was really pleased with the turn out - I think there were roughly 20 of us there altogether. God, it's fabulous being so popular! The most bizarre turn of events for the evening goes to the moment when my parents, yes you heard it right, my parents show up in the flounge for a drink. That's not to say I'm not appreciative of the effort they're going to to try and be comfortable with the whole situation, but if your parents decided to show up at whatever pub/club you were out in with your friends, trying to get duly hammered, would it not be a tad 'uncomfortable'? It was sweet of them though.

23. It's a bit of a crappy age. It doesn't have the excitement of 21, or even 22, or the foreboding of 24. I feel so old. I'm not ready to be old.