Yesterday was Jen’s birthday, so to celebrate we went out to dinner with two of her friends and her sister. We ate yummy food, joked and laughed and got ourselves nicely tipsy on two pitchers of sangria.

Afterwards, we piled in the car and drove by the beach, windows down, hair blowing in the wind, music playing. We discussed our plans for the weekend, down to our outfits and shoes.

Later, we tumbled out of the car at Jen’s parents house and joined her eight year old brother at the kitchen table.

Five 20-something, professional women sat in quiet anticipation as Jen’s mom served us birthday cake and ice cream. Which we proceeded to stuff into our faces.

Grownups shmownups.