A word to the wise: Destroy any incriminating photos of yourself that you would never want your co-workers, cute members of the opposite sex, or any friends you met after, oh, 1999, to examine. I know, this is coming from a girl who snaps a picture of herself every day for a year.
But my sisters got a good laugh by putting this poster of my life on display, complete with a baby photo illustrating how my butt was too fat to fit in bikini bottoms, as well as a shot of me at a high-school dance sporting bangs that look like a sausage-curl and a gold-lamae bubble dress (I donít even think it was in style back then).
Oh well. One of my main goals for partying like a twenty-something was to stay up all night to watch the sun rise. Well, I didnít quite make itóthough I did do a single shot around 2 a.m. after my guests kept commenting that I was way too sober for my birthday. Then I called it a night. Itís official: Iím ready to leave my 20s behindÖ