So a few days ago I turned 26 years old. 26. Weird. I took the day off work thinking there would be so many people to hang out with and see and get presents from because, as we all know, on your "special day" that's just how it works. ...is supposed to work. In reality, Alisha had Practicum so we couldn't go choose a camping spot up Green Canyon until Noon when she finished, and Weston was working until 6 and Anthony had to work at 7. So, taking all that information into account I decided to hang a dark blanket over my window and sleep until noon, then get the day started. I tried to stay in bed until noon, but the phone started ringing and the door started to be knocked upon by 8. So it was a morning of ups and downs, which, as we all know, is crappier than no sleep at all.
Alisha ended up sleeping in (which was a good thing for her; little workaholic), so I ended up sitting in my apartment by myself cleaning and making a budget and watching TV or whatever until Weston finally texted back at 7:00. I was a little angry when I found out that he had actually not gone to work that day and hadn't come to see me at all. Then Anthony was in a bad mood, and I had absolutely zero desire to go camping.
I invited everyone to go out to dinner, which cheered me up a bit, then Alisha and Anthony, Weston and I finally all got together at like 10:00 to head up the canyon. We built a fire and roasted giant marshmallows and made s'mores, then read scriptures and laid out on the tarp (that's right, no tent, just a tarp and the full moon shining down on us) and went to sleep. Half hour or so into our trip up the canyon everyone started getting happier, which was awesome, and when I checked facebook and had like 100 and someodd messages I felt much, much better.
But still... my 26th birthday was no good, terrible, very bad, one I don't wish to re-do. Ever. :(
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