9 Days

My birthday is in 9 days. This is both exciting and nerve-wrecking. Why, you ask? Well. There are a couple of reasons.

1. I'm excited because it's the first year since I was 10 years old that I'll be having a birthday party! A few of my close friends and I are driving up to Naperville next Friday to see one of my favorite bands, Jenny and Tyler, play a show and tickets are only $10. So great. It'll be a great night with a bunch of lovely girls.

2. I'm excited because I'm turning 21. I can just do so many more things now because of my age. Let's be honest, I'm not one to go out and party my life away. It's just not my style. But I can go to some bars now to see shows I wasn't able to see before, I'm allowed to have a glass of wine with a fancy dinner, I get a fancy shmancy new horizontal license and consequently, a new license picture! Hooray!

3. I'm nervous though because, as of now, I'm still scheduled to work that night from 6-10pm. Womp womp. I put up a post it asking, begging, people to please take my shift that night because, well, it's my freakin birthday. Have a heart. You'd think somebody would've stepped up and said, "Hey yeah! I'll take your shift! I wouldn't want to have to work till 10pm on a Friday if it was my birthday." Nope. Nada. Nobody has called me or posted saying that they'll take it. I'm trying to stay optimistic and tell myself somebody will be my good Samaritan and help me out when I'm in need. Is this not the golden rule we all learned in, what, kindergarten? Treat others the way you wish to be treated. If it was them, I'm sure they wouldn't want to work, and heck, if I didn't already have plans made, I'd take it!

So, if you're the praying type, and maybe this is super vain of me, but pray for people to have tender hearts so somebody can help me out here. It's been a long time since I've had a really happy birthday and I'm kinda hoping this could be the year.

Hopefully.