22 > 21

*I take my previous post back. Wednesday birthdays are awesome solely because people don't know when to celebrate with you and then you end up making two weekends out of one day. It's the way to go.

This weekend was insanity. Had a great party with great friends home for Spring Break on Friday, had brunch and went to the Bulls game with some awesome people Saturday, ran home to the south side for the South Side Irish Parade on Sunday and was ready to detox for the next 22 years on Sunday night. 

Who doesn't want to plank at the SSI parade?

Please tell me, when will I ever learn? My body is my instrument and after this weekend it looks and feels like a tuba that was run over by a train ten times. Nothing that can't be fixed? Great. 

On a completely different (much more important and exciting) note: it looks like I might be heading to the Dance Theatre of Harlem for at least the end of this summer! I've decided that it's my best option at this time and I am so grateful and excited for the opportunity. 

Everyone is concerned about me and I appreciate y'all worrying but let's be honest...I look like I was born and bred up there. Going back to the homeland baby.