Twenty-four: the age it takes five tries to blow out all your candles



There’s nothing quite like seeing an empty box of candles to make you feel a bit … old. (Then again, ask me next year when I have to crack open that second box.)

Twenty-four. I feel like I blinked and got here, like I must have miscounted. It’s not that I’ve reached the point I dread birthdays. It’s just that there are still restaurant servers who take away the wine list when they seat me — and…

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