I won't lie to you: I am a shameless promoter of my own birthday celebrations. Some might think this is pretentious. I would argue, then that the whole idea of a blog, where one presumes that people are interested in the daily minutiae of one's life is pretentious (as is the use of the word minutiae). But we all do it and we all enjoy it. I would also argue, that while I promote it, it is your choice, dear readers, whether you will jump on the Megan's Birthday Celebrations bandwagon. Did I force my mother to sing "Happy Birthday" to me this morning, four days before my actual birthday? Was it my choice that the delightful women I work with are waiting until the 29th to take me to lunch? No. So, now that the birthday celebration endcaps are placed beyond my control, I will take it upon myself to celebrate my hardest in the meantime.
Besides, a girl only turns 25 once.