I used to love birthdays. In fact, I celebrate the entire month of December for my birthday. Forget Christmas and Chanukah, or whatever you celebrate--December is and always has been Jennifer Month. But ever since 21 I dread birthdays. I tell you kids, enjoy your youth while you have it. At least last year, I had Taylor Swift's song to blast all day to keep me upbeat about 22. But what do I have for 23? Just Blink182, here to remind me that nobody likes you when you're 23. Thanks Blink, glad I get to relate to your song now.
Regardless, I had a great, relaxing, fun birthday with my two greatest friends in New York, Ilana and Courtney. We went to the most delicious Italian restaurant in the West Village and then for margaritas (my fave of course) for the rest of the night. Nothing makes me happier than a frozen marg, although I do miss enjoying them at La Fiesta. I spent the day doing all of my favorite things--which really just means I spent the day eating all of my favorite things and watching all of my favorite TV shows while enjoying a nice Gap-free weekend. It's been glorious!
But I want to dedicate the majority of this post to my twin brother, Kyle. After 18 shared birthday parties, I was so excited to move away and have a day all to myself. Having a twin might seem fun or cool, but when you can't trade places like Mary Kate and Ashley, I didn't see anything special about it. We had been lumped together for 18 years in school, in BBYO, in our groups of friends, and had 18 years worth of arguments on who gets to get their license first, who can get a higher grade in Calculus, and who gets to pick where we eat on our birthday. But after the past 5 years of being separated and having my own day to myself, I find myself missing the days we would share our cake, have a pink and blue party, and argue over where we're going to eat. I now realize how special we are and how much cooler our birthday is that we get to share it, because it means no matter where I am or how far apart we are, I'll never really be alone. And even though I'll never stop reminding you that I'm 2 minutes older and therefore far more wise and superior, I am truly happy to have such a great twin brother. So here's to us, Kyle, for being the most awesome twins in the world. And when you are a big-shot lawyer and my agent, and I'm a big-shot fashion designer, I hope we can have the biggest, most outrageous double birthday party there ever was.
And don't worry everyone, I am still celebrating Jennifer Month. So if you missed the big day, you still have 24 days to make it up to me.
xoxo,
Ms. Manhattan
And don't worry everyone, I am still celebrating Jennifer Month. So if you missed the big day, you still have 24 days to make it up to me.
xoxo,
Ms. Manhattan