No Spring Chicken

It's a few hours before my 23rd birthday and I feel like I need to do something outstanding before I officially turn the big two three. I need to do something I would never do. Something to close my last year and give people something to talk about. I've thought about this all day and so far the only thing I've done remotely like this is help an old woman up the stairs, deliver a note for her six flights up, and go back down six flights with her. She kindly thanked me and invited me over for a soda any time I want. Maybe that's my big-thing to do since normally I would pretend I didn't know Spanish and run away hoping never again to run into her.