24 sounds like an ugly number…go ahead try saying it out loud. TWENTY-FOUR. There is no ring to it, or excitement. This could be due to other birthdays, and years having meaning where as this one falls flat. Ultimately, it doesn’t sound right.
“Sweet 16” is sweet for a reason… you learn how to drive. The aim is to attain your drivers license as soon as possible. Driving = freedom. That’s exciting!
Let’s fast forward to 19. When you turn 19 you become the legal drinking age in Canada. You no longer have to celebrate your birthday at PG locations: the movies, lazer tag, bowling – which can still be fun because they sell pitchers of beer – or by staying home. You have OPTIONS.
20 is exciting. You’re no longer a “teen”! There is some appeal here.
At 21 you’re legal to play roulette in Las Vegas…or straight-up gamble. Enough said.
I guess 22 isn’t that exciting either, or 23 to most people. Personally, 23 was my champagne birthday. Your champagne birthday is when your age matches the day you were born. For me this was January 23rd last year. I had the time of my life celebrating this one. Drinking mimosa’s – champagne and orange juice – at 7:30am on the Carleton University Ski and Snowboarding club bus to Mont Tremblant with friends was fantastic!
But 24…doesn’t seem glamorous. You’re a year away from 25 – a quarter of a century old – which is scary, yet exhilarating at the same time. Even 25 is more exciting.
The only thing I’ve got going for my birthday celebrations this year is our tentative girls-weekend-trip to Montreal. It is in the works, and if all goes well one of my best friends Christina will be GUEST BLOGGING about her travels from Toronto to Montreal as well as my b-day festivities. SO stay tuned!
I’m not entirely convinced about the big -2-4- but I know the girls and I will have a blast no matter what we’re doing, or who is watching us dance on top of speakers!