(ALMOST) EVERYONE LIKES YOU WHEN YOU'RE 24!!!!

a belated birthday megablog

Mar 14, 2022

The long-awaited birthday blog is here!!! To be honest, I haven’t really been in the mood to blog lately due to multiple interpersonal dramz I’ve been dealing with recently. But, facetiming a friend and looking back at the photos from my birthday weekend while putting this post together cheered me up considerably.

I normally hate my birthday because organizing something and combining friends from different groups can be pretty stressful. But this year I felt like the stress was worth it because a) I actually had the money to do something big and b) this first birthday after moving back to new york felt like a marker of a new era and I wanted to celebrate it. So, I gathered my closest friends for a girl’s trip to upstate new york.

Despite what you may believe, a weekend in a cabin upstate provides many opportunities for chicness, such as:

antique/shabby chic furniture
proximity to cute animals like deer and chickens in a not-actually-that-rustic environment, á la Marie Antoinette’s fake peasant village
driving along roads with names like Chappaqua that look straight out of the All Too Well music video
lots of middle aged hippie-ish white people. they’re basically the same everywhere, whether they’re in Santa Cruz or Cold Spring, and i love them.
leisurely cooking large meals while drinking wine
no light pollution! which means getting to stargaze while taking cig breaks
being surrounded by picturesque nature conducive to consuming substances that are not alcohol

Anyways enjoy the photo diary. All film pics are by Cat.

Got my birthday nails done at my usual place, Wistaria in the West Village. Someone said they were giving Cassie from Euphoria and I was HORRIFIED, because obviously that’s not a vibe anyone should aspire to. I was just sick of getting black or dark red french tips alllll the time.

Driving in Manhattan isn’t even as dramatic as everyone says it is, but I still got a dopamine rush from the thrill of not killing random bikes. I love driving. We took the westside highway out of the city the night we left and it was a vibe. Going south on FDR drive (along the East River) on the way home on sunday afternoon was a much less tranquil experience.

supported my neighborhood bakery and got my cake from Little Cupcake Bakeshop (brooklyn blackout, a.k.a. chocolate frosting on chocolate cake, of course)

I look exhausted because that’s exactly what i was after a looooong day.

Bathroom outlets are one of my favorite things in the whole world, along with my 10 foot phone charger. when I’m home at my mom’s apartment, I’ll set up a movie or show on my laptop next to the bath. my phone is always within easy reach. When I was 15, I was so addicted to my phone that I would seal it in two plastic sandwich baggies and bring it into the shower with me!!!

So, at 2:30 am on the night of my birthday (which is feb 25th but by then it was already the 26th), while all of my friends were fast asleep, I had a conundrum. the upstairs bathroom of the 1834 farmhouse I had booked for my birthday weekend had no outlets! which meant that I couldn’t scroll endlessly on my phone with 5% battery while in the bath. Luckily there was an outlet in the hall, so I ended up snaking my charger down the hallway and under the bathroom door like some internet addict. Risking electrocution in order to use instagram is so blogger chic of me. Don’t judge me—I needed quality alone time to decompress after losing my driving-in-Manhattan virginity and dealing with a stressful rental car situation.

Besides, I ended up not even going on my phone. Instead, I read about 70 pages of Cat Marnell’s memoir How to Murder Your Life. I haven’t finished it yet, but so far it’s wild and fun and sad and brutally honest, and much of it takes place during the mid 2010s golden age of print fashion magazines in NYC—in other words, it’s the perfect book to read when you’ve just turned 24 and still don’t know what’s going on but are doing the best you can, both career-wise and emotionally.

We woke up to sunny snowy upstate viewz.

For breakfast we ate fresh eggs from the chickens on the farm.

As someone who’s lived alone for the past year, there was something about waking up and walking downstairs on both mornings to all of my friends bustling around the kitchen that made me want to cry and cherish the moment forever :’)

many a BPD hoe joke was made about the casual hospital bed on the front porch.

had to make a pit stop for coffee and groceries

“IT’S MY BDAY I CAN POST BUTTCRACK ON MAIN IF I WANT TO!!!!” —me screaming while in my altered state of mind when i first posted ^this picture to the internet.