Happy Fucking 21st Birthday to me!
Friday- Berea at Jeanne's for some great good Christmas present food, super nintendo, and melting the largest amount of Appleby's crayons into the most beatiful ADHD art EVER! (Three people with various levels of ADD should not be allowed to play with lighters.)
Saturday - The Day of Infamy- 12am - High-tailed it to Wincester where Kristin's dad bought 3 pitchers of Killian's for Daniel, Stephanie, Amanda, Kristin, Colin, himself, and me at some sketchy bar called Ted's. Needless to say I (and Stephanie) had the better part of them, as it was now officially my birthday and I'm pretty sure everyone was hell-bent on getting me loads of tipsy. (OH! Shot of Jager, too!)
- KING BUFFET!!! (Mmmmm... Chinese-y.) My fortune read something to the effect of, "Share your happiness with others today." It was quite fitting. I saved it, but I lost it. :(
- Appleby's to see Jeanne and Amanda! (The perfect margaritas are awesome!)
- Steph made me a birthday cake and they sang to me!!! It was damn good cake!
- The Paddy Wagon. Daniel, Stephanie, Danny, and Megs went with me, Colin, Jason, and William were already there just chilling. So many people made for so many shots. Megs bought me a Four Horsemen (which sounds extremely ominous... for good reason. Obviously, it was a mixture of Jack, Jim, Bob, Tom, and whoever else decided to turn whatever they had at the time into ethyl alcohol and name it after themselves). Danny bought me a Puerto Rican Monkey Fuck (yeah, you read that right) and a Redheaded Slut. William bought me a Jager Bomb and an Irish Car Bomb (the latter being my favorite of the night!). Played some pool. Left. Megs was in the damned liquor store buying stuff to make amaretto sours (I had 2 of them at her apartment). Got really sick (first time in the LONGEST of times). Obviously went back to Daniel and Stephanie's and had MORE rum. (Jeanne had stopped by after work, too!!! *HUGS HER FROM AFAR!)
Sunday- Amanda and Bethy's graduation in Berea!!! (CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!!!) We were definitely freakin' late. To a graduation that was at THREE IN THE AFTERNOON. Man, Berea is screwed up. It's a hardcore Christian school. Their alma mater is the scariest of songs! Probably because it was backed by a damned organ. We expected the phantom of the opera to drop a few sandbags.
- Mmmm. Little Caesar's pizza pizza.
- Wash, rinse, repeat.
We had a wee little recap this morning before we went our separate ways. "You SHOULD have seen this show! The first scene we saw was of this fucked up mouse holding a corndog, walking in a FIELD of corndogs!" "...Guys... Please tell me we watched something about a badger in a cage..." "WOOP! Grass!" "Tell the turkey story!" "I'm SO facebooking that... (though I don't remember what the hell I said to make Megs say that.)" "It feels like we spent the entire weekend in the dryer." "...You have NO idea just how many places my glasses could be in right now..." (I lost my glasses and commented to Aaron, the desk worker, that they could be anywhere from Lancaster Ave. to the Paddy Wagon.)
I'm sure there's more to be said. But guess what? I'm going to crawl into MY OWN BED and go fucking comatose.
Ta!