I turn 28 in thirteen days. 13. 1-3.
While I’m usually knee deep in an annual existential crisis, this year I’ve got recent love troubles and several weddings to distract me from my aging ovaries. I’ve decided to keep my birthday low-key, and have invited a few of my closest friends for patio drinks at a trendy-ish Hamilton restaurant as I edge closer to the abyss that is thirty. Given what’s been going on lately, I think having my nearest and dearest (vodka and chocolate) as well as my friends surrounding me is the ticket to a happy birthday.
Someone who didn’t get the memo of a low-key birthday is Myleeza, a Kim Kardashian super fan from New Orleans who recently celebrated her 21st birthday WITH the reality star. That’s right. Kimmy flew to NOLA to hang with her biggest fan. Um, a birthday with Mrs. Kardashian-West, and in-utero future West baby?
That’s pretty f*cking cool.
Which leads me to ask you the following question…
If you could have any celebrity attend your birthday party, who would it be?
There’s only one person I would like to come to my birthday this year: Ed Sheeran.
Here’s why I need some Ed in my life:
Homeboy’s good looking, loves to drink, won’t judge me when I inevitably get a little sloppy, and looks like someone who would say, “I like older women, and yes, I’ll hold your hair back if you throw up at the end of the night. Why don’t you kick off your shoes and dance barefoot in the street, just watch out for crack pipes.” (This is Hamilton, after all).