I turned 25 a few days ago. I threw a party. I spent about three months entirely overthinking this party. I called it my Quarter-Century Extravaganza . I spent a little more money that I should have throwing this party. And it turned out to be everything I could've hoped for and more. As wonderful and perfect as the party was, there are three great ironies which caused the people around me, and sometimes even myself, to tilt their heads and ask, "are you sure this is what you want to do?" The first great irony is found in the sheer number of people involved. I’ve discussed this here before. So many people in my life seem to have social batteries that run on nuclear energy. My social battery, however, is a couple of AA batteries. But not even the good kind, like Duracell or Energizer. Think the cheapest batteries, the ones that come with the toy. And there’s already acid leaking out the side. My brothers and I had some friends over at my parents’ house six weeks ago