Twenty-seven

I turn 27 today, and, despite being very much on the record as loving birthdays and feeling they are Very Important, most of this year’s birthday-related thoughts are along the lines of trying to figure out what’s special/interesting about being 27.*

Yes, 27 is a cube, which is nice, but the math section of my brain is so atrophied at this point that it barely means anything to me…so what is there?

But then! I remembered The Curse! (or, I guess it’s called the “27 Club”? but I like the sound of The Curse better…) Now, of course, there are many reasons why I will not become a member of this particular club, but who knows! I might magically discover some heretofore deeply hidden musical talent and then immediately join Jimi, Janis, Kurt, et al…

27 might be a pretty interesting year!

*I feel like a lot of people I know spend a lot of time emotionally preparing to be this age…I have a co-worker who started rounding his age up when he turned twenty-six and a half, which made his answer to the question “how old are you?” on his actual 27th birthday pretty confusing, and of course El Sam has a very funny story about how she worked so hard to get used to the idea of being 27 that she woke up in a cold sweat a few days before her 27th birthday, convinced that she was about to turn 28. What’s up with this age?