25 & Alive

 
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Life these days seems to be this cycle of work work work then crash and burn, go out dancing all night and end up in a diner. Because sometimes a girls just got to blow some steam. Such is the case on Carly’s birthday this Sunday. The night had a sparkle, and the new year was upon her - so surely we were dancing. City lights and whiskey and new friends and adventures led us to the ever dignified purple-tufted booths of 13 coins. Over dual mimosas and coffee (it wasn’t my idea, but it wasn’t the worst idea) the sun rose again over this Emerald City. So here is to you, my now quarter-century old wingwoman, here is to this city, for giving us places and spaces and the forgiveness to roam, and here is to 25, to being here and everywhere and even more alive. 

All our friends, they're gettin' on
But the girls are still staying young
If I get caught being rude in a conversation
With the child bride on her summer vacation

No matter how hard I try to be just one of the guys
There's a little something inside that won't let me
No matter how hard I try to have an open mind
There's a little voice inside that prevents me

Oh, how I live, it got me here
Locked in this bathroom full of tears
And I have begged for you & I have borrowed
But I've been the only sister to my own sorrow

No matter how hard I try to be just one of the guys 
There's a little something inside that won't let me 
No matter how hard I try to have an open mind
There's a little clock inside that keeps tickin'

There's only one difference between you and me:
When I look at myself all I can see,
I'm just another lady without a baby