Sunday was my 25th birthday and the entire weekend was full of friends, family, and too much alcohol, coffee, and cake. My gosh, that was too much alcohol, let me tell you.

As has been family tradition, my cousin, Amanda, and I celebrated our birthdays together with the family, as we’re only 3 years and 352 days apart. Amanda turned a whopping 21, which means we can go out and get drunk together (legally) and make fun of all the people crammed into the campus bars.

Me, on the other hand, and as The Partner’s mom reminded me, I’m now half-way to 50.

Twenty-five. Holy shit.