Turning 25 is a little scary. It also doesn't help that people make snide comments such as, "You're half way to 50 now!" and "You're closer to 30 than 20!" THANK YOU for the constant reminder. I've never wanted to grow up. I didn't ever care about being able to drive or moving out of the house or being able to buy lottery tickets and cigarettes, because all that meant in my head was that I was another year older. This year, the big 25 was among me and all I wanted to do was spend a weekend away with all my friends from high school and college- I wanted to act like I was 21 again because in my head, once I hit 25 I was at the point of no return. I'm such a drama queen.
So, the weekend before my 25th birthday, me and 10 of my nearest and dearest rented a house in the Cherokee mountains and spent a couple of days acting like kids again. We played games, went to the casino, and stayed up until the wee hours of the morning catching up. It was perfect! We are hoping to make a yearly tradition of it now.
Side Note: This was the weekend Andrew told all of our friends he had bought me a ring! To this day, I still have absolutely no idea how all of them kept me completely in the dark ALL. FREAKIN.WEEKEND!