Let the countdown begin…

So it’s September already, which is both thrilling and overwhelming at once.

On a very big plus, my birthday is just 15 short days from today. Contrary to the dismal association of time passing and spinsterhood feared by mothers everywhere, I’ve decided to celebrate the arrival of September 24 with the unabashed self-assurance that 27 sounds very lovely and sophisticated, elegant yet youthful – and not at all sophomoric like the number 26. Something about the balance of syllables, maybe, that makes the age sound much more refined, don’t you think  – or is it just me? I was twenty-six. I am now twenty-seven. TWENTY-seven. Twenty-SEVEN.

If twenty-seven had a favorite drink, it would be a pomegranate cosmopolitan. The Great Gatsby would top the list of books twenty-seven has read. Twenty-seven’s wardrobe would be effortlessly chic and never crumpled haphazardly in the corners of her closet. The personal day planner of twenty-seven would include art exhibit openings and jazz ensemble performances, wine bar rendezvous and park blanket journaling. Twenty-seven would always contribute intelligent and well-timed observances to polite conversation and would garner praise for her business savvy from the corner office. Twenty-seven would never dribble cappuccino down the front of her new blouse.

No wonder I am very much looking forward to this new year ahead! (Note to self: must first purchase day planner. Also borrow copy of The Great Gatsby.)

To this is the fantastic addition that I will be observing said auspicious occasion in the charming coastal village of Petrovac, Montenegro – preferably while lounging on the coast of the Adriatic Sea or swallowing fiery gulpfuls of Serbian rakia in time to pulsating discoteque Euro-trance. Vacation! Ten whole days of reconnecting family roots, afternoon strolls on the cobblestone sea wall, visits to mountaintop monasteries, balmy evenings on the terrace… and away-from-it-all bliss in a foreign country totally unreachable by landline or email.

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Zdravo, Petrovac!

Fortunately, EG will be coming along on the hiatus. Soon-to-come epicurean adventures include turkish coffee fortune-telling, curing cheese in olive oil, the art of Serbian rakia distilling and more – recipes and rich family anecdotes included, of course. The grego-girl guide to eastern europe premiers sometime around Sept. 21 (after I’ve survived the 15-hour travel ordeal).

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5 Responses to “Let the countdown begin…”

  1. Eileen Brooks Says:

    Gregogirl, I can’t wait to hear about your adventures on the Adriatic. i wonder if you have to behave at TWENTY SEVEN????

  2. Kathy G Says:

    Happy Birthday Gregogirl–
    Twenty-seven sounds like a good year indeed. The next five years are the best so enjoy every minute, hour, day of them. I look forward to reading about your rakija and Serbian coffee drinking experiences. Let us know what “good fortunes” are read to you. I am drooling thinking about all the wonderful food you are about to feast on. Throw away the fork and dig in, and then clean your hands and write to us about it.
    Love your blogs. Srecan Put.
    kg

  3. Milena Says:

    Dear Gregogirl…sure enjoyed your latest article…wonderful sense of humor and writing style.

  4. d-rock Says:

    G-man is right, tis a very very very fine year…

  5. G-Man Says:

    Twenty-seven: “a very good year”. Have fun on the beautiful Adriatic!

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