So what am I doing this weekend?

Tonight KC and I are going to the Giants game.  Free tickets!  I love free (and the garlic fries they serve at the Park.)

Tomorrow, I am throwing KC a very grown-up birthday party for his 27th year — a pool party at his parent’s house (yes, his mom is even providing most of the food).

When I was younger, I thought I would be so grown-up at the age of 26.  Here I am though, stuck somewhere between 5 and 50, with no clue of what it means to be a real adult.

Here’s a timeline of growing up:

1988 (age 4) I make a deal with my dad that I won’t date until I’m 30 in exchange for a pack of gum at the supermarket.  Childhood +5

1992 (age 8 ) A boy sends me a note in class asking me to be his girlfriend.  I write him an entire page of “No’s” and then go home sick for the day.  Childhood +3

1995 (age 11) I have a boyfriend for 3 months of 5th grade (ironically, the same one who asked me out in that note 3 years earlier).  Adulthood +3

1995 (age 11) My relationship with said boyfriend consists of only sitting next to each other and talking on the phone after school.  Childhood +2

2000 (age 16) Got my driver’s license and a checking account.  Adulthood +4

2000 (age 16) I get my first job, working for Starbucks Coffee.  Adulthood +3

2000 (age 16) I claim to “love coffee” and “go to Starbucks all the time” in my job interview.  In reality, I hate coffee and had only set foot in Starbucks to pick up an application.  Childhood +2

2001 (age 17) I fight with my parents incessantly about my absurdly early curfew the summer before senior year.  I use the argument of “everyone else gets to…” a lot.  Childhood +1

2002 (age 18) I attend college full-time while working 30-35 hours a week at work.  Adulthood +4

2002 (age 18) I have my first real boyfriend.  Adulthood +3

2002 (age 18) We’re not right together, but stay together for multiple years anyway.  Childhood +2

2003 (age 19) I tell my parents I’m considering dropping out of college to work at Starbucks full-time and move up the corporate ladder.  Childhood +3

2004 (age 20) I meet KC but pay no attention to him.  I think he’s lame because while I’m out partying on Thursday night, he’s studying with my roommate in our dorm.  Childhood +2

2004 (age 20) I still work for Starbucks, but actually like and drink coffee.  Adulthood +2

2004 (age 20) I start dating KC after he makes me laugh at the dining hall.  Adulthood +3

2004 (age 20) Much of the beginning of our relationship is spent conversing over AIM.  Childhood +1

2006 (age 22) I graduate college.  Adulthood +2

2006 (age 22) I start attending law school. Adulthood +3

2007 (age 23) Much of mine and Alexis’ time in law school is spend watching bad movies on HBO and eating Boboli pizza.  Childhood +3

2008 (age 24) I get carded trying to buy lotto scratchers because the gas station attendant doesn’t believe I’m 18.  Childhood +2

2009 (age 25) I graduate law school.  Adulthood +4

2009 (age 25) I study for, take, and pass the Bar exam.  Adulthood +2

2009 (age 25) Much of the two months of study consist of me spontaneously bursting into tears and asking KC to bring me a Happy Meal.  Childhood +5

2010 (age 26) I get a real job at a real law firm.  Adulthood +3

2010 (age 26) I get carded trying to buy alcohol because, as the cashier puts it, I “look 12.”  Childhood +3

2010 (age 26) As I’m leaving work, a 17 year old tells me, “I think I love you” while riding circles around me on his bike.  Childhood +2

2010 (age 26) I have business cards and my very own office.  Adulthood +5

2010 (age 26) I throw a pool party for KC’s birthday at his parent’s house that’s catered by his mom.  Childhood +4

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I think the jury’s still out on this one.