It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don't mean I'm in love tonight...

So today I turned 29. That is so horrifying to type out. I don't feel any different. I don't have achy bones or a bad back. I suppose those ailments are jumping the gun a little. However, I did toss and turn from the spring allergies that have hit me hard, and I'm sporting a pretty raw nose.

The bf came home last night with the present I was pining for. I didn't want stuff, I didn't want things...I wanted a damn fancy haircut. Last night I was greeted with a gift certificate for a fancy salon, and I will get my hair did, and it will be fabulous.

In celebration of feeling old, today will be spent exploring the De Young museum and ole' King Tut and pal's bones. Then a delicious dinner. Since I am on driving strike today, we are busing and cabbing it all over town. I changed my mind about dinner because it would mean a whole other set of buses and cabs, which just don't sound all that appealing. In the heart of local and delicious foods, I'm going to P.F. Chang's. I don't care that it's a big chain. I'm much less angry than I used to be about big chains, but I usually don't go for it with all the wonderful mom and pops around here. But, PF is quite possibly one of my favorite places on the planet, so I'm going for it.

My mother was freaked out and chastised me for having the bf and his mom taking me around today, considering, well...you know. I felt my face drain of blood when she said that, and I immediately felt like total scum. I quickly consulted one of my friends who told me to live it up and enjoy while I have it. So mixed with guilt and pleasure, I will just go for it today.

Today not only memorializes my birthday, but the 3-month mark until I head out of dodge. I suppose it would make for a very uncomfortable dinner to drop the bomb tonight, so I'm waiting for the right moment. Although, I don't know when there will be a right moment, but I do know today is not it.

It's interesting to me that several people I know are planning on leaving this heavenly area. It started when one of my best friends moved a couple of years ago, and people in my life are slowly dwindling away from the bay. One of my friends told me he couldn't wait to get the hell out of SF. What's going on with that? I think the gentrification of SF is pretty startling, and the reality is, if you don't make 6 figures, it's a tough town. Plenty of people do it, myself included, but it sure ain't easy.

Tomorrow I will enjoy a picnic at the beach with a dear friend, and some dinner later followed by the Oscars(i think?) and some homework. I played hooky on my Friday night homework, and spent the night relaxing with some of my favorite shows and a stir fry dinner.

I am still smoke free as of today. As tempting as it's been, and I mean really freaking tempting, I haven't caved in. I'm almost through one box of nicotine gum, but pretty happy that it has lasted this long. I even lost my marbles this past Sunday and had to call a friend to talk me through the craving. Last Sunday was pretty special though. I sealed the deal with a roommate. That's right, I have one FOR SURE. They are normal folks, live in a really cute house, and they are close to the speedline into Philadelphia. I'm so stoked to explore a new area, and have been searching Yelp to my heart's content.