I celebrated my birthday with some salsa dancing, pinkberry, and more salsa dancing. I had three freaking birthday dances (when all of a person's salsa friends dance with you). By the last one, I felt ready to puke out a pinkberry flavored ball of salsa birthday dances. The moral of the story is: nothing stops birthdays from coming. No amount of money, love, or free plain yogurt with chocolate chips. Why didn't anyone teach me that in high school? I somehow was under the impression that a B+ in AP Calculus and acceptance at an Ivy League school would preserve my mortality. I may as well have spent my afternoons making out with the kid in Spanish class that never showed up anywhere in school....I would still be 37 someday. (Actually, never mind, that's what Junior High was for).

Despite everything, I did have a great birthday.

Just for today, I can celebrate turning 37 (?!).