This past weekend, I turned 25! Woohoo! I figured by now I’d probably start dreading birthdays, but getting older has been surprisingly enjoyable (aside from the crows feet that sneakily popped up around my eyes.) I was very pleased that my birthday fell on a Friday as well because it meant that I could *pretty much* get away with extending my special day all throughout the weekend... Can you really blame me?

This past Friday marked three years since I graduated from the University of Pittsburgh... Yikes! I’m not sure if I was inspired by the occasion or not, but Friday night Ben, a few friends and I hit several bars in town and *may* have partied like we were crazy college kids. And yes, If you are wondering I can now unfortunately verify that hangovers are approximately 7,000 times worse when you’re older. However, the countless mojitos, beers, and habu sake shots that we imbibed that night were absolutely worth the next day pain. It’s rare that Ben and I get to party like the young adults we are - because all of our peers on this island are literally pregnant or already parents - so we took this opportunity in stride! We definitely feel as though we miss out on the young adult “party scene” we would’ve enjoyed in the states but nights like these give us a little taste of what we’re missing back in Philly.