Lately I've been forgetting how old I am. That kind of weirds me out. I'm 23. Which, by anyone's standards, means I'm an adult. But I'm still really excited for Christmas and am making a list to give to my parents and siblings. But when I consider that I'm 23, I feel weird about it, like I'm not entitled to much of anything from my parents for Christmas because I'm an adult. I know that the gravy train that my birthday used to be dropped off entirely once I turned 21. So I had to celebrate that for myself, which led to a $300 dinner for two at Blackbird this year. But that ended up being a seven course medley of the best things I've ever tasted and enough wine to make me forget which way the trains ran, so I can't really complain about that. Is it still legit to keep wanting presents once you're an adult? I mean, my parents are sending two of my younger siblings to Spain for Christmas A Wii Fit is much cheaper than a trip to Spain.
I kind of want a bike but I don't trust wanting a bike. You can't really keep a bicycle in Chicago without someone trying to steal your wheels for their meth lab, so if you do chain it up outside, you have to take the wheels with you, which is lame. I also kind of want a bike so I can ride in the annual Naked Bike Ride
. But technically I could skate in the NBR. But that maybe makes you *too* naked. Plus, I really don't skate without all my protective gear, and the idea of skating around in a helmet, elbow pads, knee pads, wrist guards, and...a smile...is just too silly.