My birthday celebrations started last night and all I can say is that this morning when I first woke up, I slowly opened one eye first and then the other before I very carefully turned my body in the direction of the floor.
Yes, I drank. Three drinks to be exact. And I feared the hang over from hell. But apparently the Gods of Greygoose had pity on me because not only am I hangover free, today I look radiant if I may say so myself :)
…it must be because in less than 6 hours I am going away!
Anyway, the evening started with a turkey and roasted corn on the cob dinner from Whole Foods with Kristhina. Because she INSISTED that it was necessary that I drank last night, I INSISTED that it was necessary that I had a good meal beforehand.
We all know what happens to me when I drink without being properly fed…
After dinner we went to meet everyone at APT. It was a small group that consisted of Kristhina, Dan, Tiffany, Tobias and George. Although it was quite unfortunate that the rest of my friends skipped town for the weekend, I had a great time nonetheless. We hung out there for a while, had a few drinks, discussed the sluttiness of Suedes, the kinkiness of Germans, had a long discussion about the differences between making out and hooking up and the practical definitions of fuck, screw, sex, and making love.
We sure talk about sex a lot…
.In any case, after a while we proceeded to move on to the bar down the street. It just so happened that said bar was Hogs and Heifers. The difference was abysmal. By the time we got there, I was feeling more than happy (I’m telling you, I really am a cheap drunk) and all it took to finish me off was drink #3 (thank you George!).
We were chilling there for a while enjoying our yearly dose of country/rockabilly music and somehow next thing I knew Tiffany, Kristhina and I were dancing on top of the bar and some dude was buying us shots.
I did not drink my shot. Dan did.
Dan was way drunk.
In general the night was great. My inner feminist is pissed at me, but like they say, shit happens. Last night, I got to spend time with my two oldest and best friends and people I care about. It wasn’t big or rowdy but it was definitely fun. As I get closer to the actual date of my birthday, it occurs to me that maybe getting older isn’t so bad. Thinking back on last night and comparing it to my real 19th birthday, the only thing that made this birthday soiree any different is that we could get into bars legally this time around.
I do wonder though what the next couple of days are going to throw my way…