Tomorrow I turn 24. I suspect that, like last fall’s 22 -> 23 transition, it will seem like nothing happened. Word on the street is that a card from Grandma is in the mail.
I spent the weekend in Detroit, hanging out with high school buddies Gus and Markus, and generally being lazy drunken oafs. I finally saw both Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle and the Family Guy movie; we also saw The Prestige (abso-bally-utely excellent!) and Man of the Year (good and funny).
I had forgotten that some areas of the country do not have smoking laws, and so all of my clothes got pretty stinky bowling and barhopping. Ah well. Laundry now.