Well, it’s not really my birthday. That’s four months away. Fourteen weeks and five days or one-hundred three days, to be exact.
I will be nineteen and I’ve run out of birthday presents. Last year, I just went out to eat on my birthday and I think I may do that again. In fact, I think that’s what I’ll do from now on. Instead of getting a birthday present, I’ll go out to eat.
I love restaurants and I have a list of ones I want to try. My favorite is Red Lobster and I want to visit again since I really didn’t eat much last time.
Of course, money will play into this and I doubt I’ll be able to go to a “fancy” restaurant this year since I’m trying to save money for commuting. But perhaps I’ll just treat myself to my favorite ice cream shop: Carvel’s.