I’m 20 years old.
I’ve been trying to wrap my mind around that thought. I’ve been on this planet for 20 years. Two decades. One-fifth of a century. One-third of my dad’s lifetime. I’m not sure I can really grasp the passage of time.
So what have I done on my birthday so far? Well, on the eve of my big day I played in a poker tournament, coming in 3rd out of 15 or so. I’m getting better thanks to internet poker. I went to the final table 9th out of 9 and just bided my time until the right cards came along. I probably could have waited around a little longer but I jumped at a two-pair (aces and twos) and lost to a three of a kind (three twos). Basically I walked away with the same money I entered with, which is fine with me.
Also, I’m betting that most people are going to forget it’s my birthday. Which is good, since I won’t be thrown into Westcott fountain. We’ll see. Last year everyone forgot. I hope I’m as lucky this year.
