A Quarter of a Century

Birthdays have a funny way of sneaking up on you. One day you wake up and BAAM! you are 25 years old. People always ask: "so do you feel any different?" Of course the answer is no, but still the day is different. For one, if someone asks you the date, you can answer them without thinking.

I had a lovely birthday. Despite the fact that it was the 1st day back to work after almost a month of chagim (holidays) I still had a great day. My new co-workers surprised me with flowers and took me out to lunch. My boss was upset that I didn't tell him in advance because he has a tradition of taking his assistants out to lunch on their birthdays. Instead, he bought me a cake and bottle of wine. Nothing like being wined and dined on your birthday.

After work I went to the gym for a long workout. Yes, I realize that only I would choose to go to the gym as a way to pamper myself. It was definitely worth it.

Later that evening I met up with a good friend for dinner at this cute Italian restaurant. A few glasses of wine later I made my way home to hear lots of well wishes on my answer machine.

25 years...a quarter of a century! And just yesterday my mother swears I was in diapers.