No, I don’t mean until the wedding. We still have a while to go for that (39 days). It’s the final countdown until I turn 30. This Sunday.
The last week of my 20’s. It’s been a pretty crazy decade, all in all. I can’t really complain. Got two degrees under my belt. Lived and traveled in 19 different countries. Have some pretty incredible stories. I figured I should really do something to wrap up this decade with a bang.
Lying in bed on Sunday night, I said to The Fiance, “We should do something wild and crazy every day for the last week of my twenties.”
“Ohhhh… I dunno. I was thinking like staying up past 10 pm every night.”
He just looked at me like
And then last night I feel asleep on the couch at 8:30. Yep. I’m all about that wild and crazy party life.