Because I Said So

My dad wrote me the other day telling me to write on here more often, and like any good daughter, when dad tells you to do something...you do it.

This past weekend I went to a triple birthday party for a group of friends who all turned 21 in the same week. They all happen to be Scottish, and apparently turning 21 there is as big of a deal as in the US. And by "big deal" I mean they out-do any American belief that we make 21 a "big deal." There were Scottish men everywhere dressed in kilts, and at one point, the birthday boy broke out his bagpipes and played while all the Scottish people began dancing little jigs all around the room. It was quite a cultural experience and it made me realize that I can't come up with anything specific to my culture for my birthday...other than my friends trying to get me to black out and/or vomit.

Tonight we are having the first good bye dinner of our group of friends. I'm not looking forward to saying good bye and it is not helping with the fact that I am trying to forget that I leave soon as well. I am making a chocolate chip and sour cream cake (comfort food) for our little dinner that we're having, cross your fingers that it turns out.

Much Love