... but not necessarily wiser.
|Check out my cans!|
Since I'm a mature and sophisticated individual, I celebrated with a nacho cheese fountain (and a taco bar from El Camión) and invited all of my friends over. I told them that in lieu of gifts, I wanted everyone to gain 5 lbs. (Yes, I'm an asshole.)
|This is normal.|
We also drank an equally ridiculous amount of wine, including the vertical of Justin Isosceles I'd been saving for almost a decade.
|The 2000 was my favorite.|
And when you pair excessive amounts of wine with excessive amounts of cheese, this is what happens:
|Because posing with cheesy tots is sexy.|
Thankfully, my parents were too busy being lovey-dovey and insanely cute to be embarrassed by their nacho cheese-covered, wine-soaked daughter.
|Dear Mom: How do you not age ever?|
What a night.
Somehow I overcame my nasty hangover (I swear, nothing makes you feel old like a terrible hangover) and went for a birthday ride.
|Gah is for gorgeous!|
And I gave myself the best birthday gift ever: I can now drink out of a water bottle while riding and not freak out and throw the bottle on the side of the road! Yes, folks, I can take that stupid bottle in and out of the cage! At freaking last!
And it gets better: I can actually even take my sunglasses off and hang them from my jersey mid-ride. And I can get in and out of aero pretty easily now. And I can take my right hand off of the handlebars without losing total control.
|My favorite girl.|