livin on a prayer

Riding the A train on the way home this morning

I turned 21, which makes me feel a bit more like the kid in the middle then anything else. But it was a fantastic 24 hours. I still haven't gotten carded yet, however. It doesn't really matter. Galen baked a homemade tres-leches-esque coconut cream cake for my birthday and it was so decadent. This morning we went to a diner in Greenpoint and had the cheapest two eggs over medium with well-done homefries that we've had in years.

She told me that at Peter Tunney's recent opening she saw Jesse Camp, in the flesh, slightly older and less strung out seeming.

I might meet up with Alana soon and take a little trip.