27

Yesterday was my 27th birthday. While at work, I was listening to the radio when the DJ announced that a new study has shown that people’s brains start "declining" at the age of.......... 27. Yup no joke. While I find this hard to believe, I have decided that I better record the events of my birthday in case my "declining" brain forgets what happened. So:

Dear Me,
For your 27th birthday, you were kindof bummed that it was 10 years ago that you were 17. It feels like it was just yesterday. Never the less, you did realize that 27 isn't that old so a celebration was called for.

Your husband took to you Galinburg for the weekend. While you both know that it is the Mecca for Rednecks, it is close by and yet still far enough away from work to be considered "out of town". So it was a good choice.

Friday, you and your husband attended an independent film festival and chose to watch a zombie movie. This was not such a good choice. It was the worst movie that you had ever seen, and probably will ever see. However, the movie creator was seated right behind you, so you didn't want to leave and hurt his feelings. Yet another bad choice. Over the three painful hours of viewing, you had the following questions:

- Will this movie ever end? Will my life ever be the same after this? Did they use a 1980s home video camera to film? Does anyone think this movie is good? Did they even edit any scenes at all? Why would you want to act in this movie? Did that zombie just eat that man's mustache? Could anything be worse then watching this movie? (the answer is no.) If I crawl on the floor and out the door will anyone notice? Why oh Why did we choose to do this?

Ok you get the idea. It was bad. Really bad.

Saturday, your husband took you outlet shopping. It rocked. After a yummy lunch of nachos, you went to the Wonderworks place. You were excited because the whole building looks like it’s upside down and that is cool. However, inside was very busy with lots and lots of people. There wasn’t that much to do and you had to wait in lines for a long time. Once you were done, it was back to the hotel to take a birthday nap. Mostly to rest your "declining" brain. Then you met your brother-in-law Scott and his awesome girlfriend at the Best Italian Place (that’s the name) for dinner. Yum......

You had a great birthday weekend. On your birthday you got lots of cards and phone calls from the people you love. It made you feel very special and happy. Your husband suprised you with beautiful orange roses and Pinnocio on DVD/Blueray. You like that movie. Because your husband had to go to class, you spent your birthday evening with your pal Holly. You had a yummy dinner and chatted. Good times. It was the first birthday you did not spend with your mom and you missed her and the rest of your family, but it's ok because you are going to them in a few weeks.

Love, Your Younger-Less-Brain-Declined-Self

So I did have a great birthday. Even though Jay Leno reinformed me of the same "Brain Declining"study later that evening. I think this whole brain declining thing is silly. I mean really there are plenty of smart people over 27 like

Wait, what was I saying. I can’t remember. Oh well off to work....