Oh, What a Night!

What a night, indeed. Saturday evening's festivities were outrageous. Island Girl and I went out with several other city friends in order to celebrate a 21st birthday. And this Classy girl let herself become more trashed than the newly legal. Not. Real. But you've been there, don't judge. Let's recap.

The night started off at my favorite bar. Sliding up to the bar semi-early, we quickly made friends with the bartender. While being charged fully for three rounds for myself and one round for two other friends... I was feeling generous... We then slid out to the bar next door to throw some darts. It is after all, what IG and I were known for. We're quite the team. After a few games, it was brought to my attention that sweet Island Girl was quite the charmer and if we were to slip back over to our first location, she had a free beverage waiting on her. When we returned, however, her drink buyer was nowhere to be seen. And so, we yelled at our friendly bartender. He, having seen the conversation prior to, offered a round. I asked for a beer, he made me a Rum Runner... but who are we to turn down free beverages? It pretty much went downhill from there. We were on a roll. After drinking twice as much as I had the first time I had parked myself at his bar and not paying for any of it, I was still fine and functioning... until I stood up... and thus, ended up in the bathroom stall with IG and another favorite city girl. Yeah. Bad. 

It's at this point that I must say, I usually am quite able to leave the bar with at least the slightest bit of dignity and well, class... at least make it home before I lose all control. However, with my recent mission still in full effect, I have not had much to drink at all in recent weeks, I had also not had much to eat in the latter part of the day, and therefore... I didn't so much make it home before I felt the full repercussions of my night o' festivity. I won't be headed back to said favorite bar for quite some time. Although, according to all of my newly made friends who were in and out of the restrooms, they'd "all been there, Honey."

I made it home and apparently made several humorous comments that I have no recollection of and let's just say, I don't have to count many of the calories from the evening. However, other than the tragic ending to the evening, time spent with IG, etc. was absolutely wonderful. We had such a blast. Quite the perfect reunion. Another will have to occur soon. It's a must. 

Whirlwind Weekend

Where do I begin? How about Friday. How about spending far too long at a conference for work on my birthday. Try 8 hours. Sounds like a typical work day right? Well this conference just kept going and going and going. Maybe because I needed so desperately to just get to Friday night, ie. my birthday party, ie. the most fun I've had in such a long time.

No really.

Came home to my favorite Island girl and my brother all but waiting on me when I returned from my all day event. Showered and came out to roses from Mr. Perfect, and more people continuing to come through my door. My co-teacher, also make-up artist for MAC, did my make-up and my shopping had proven to be successful earlier in the week. Everyone looked hot and we headed out for a long night on the town.

Things went by quickly, but here's a quick re-cap: first stop, cute bar off the main strip that wasn't too crowded until our eleven person entorage showed up. I walk in the door, some of our party was already there and already ready to order me a beverage of choice. I knew it would be a great night from there. After a few hours here, we began walking down the strip to find a girl shouting at us to come in for free cover and free shots at the bar for the birthday girl, etc! I love being famous. Had our free shots, plus another select few and then headed out again. This time for dancing. And we danced and danced and drank and danced. My younger brother managed to find his way into the middle of a group of thirty year olds dancing, my beautiful heels managed to be pryed off of my dying feet, and the dj managed to announce it was my birthday, along with three other girls there. No matter, it was fantastic. What a birthday. It was everything I had wanted it to be.

The next morning, however, was not what I wanted it to be. Not feeling the least bit sick, thanks to the brother's remedy of late night taco bell, we all had to get up and pack up for the trip back home. Our grandmother's funeral was late Saturday and the burial took place on Sunday. Talk about polar opposite emotions Saturday night from those had Friday night. I couldn't keep myself from crying... a lot. My whole family seemed to feel that way. It was really hard. Then again, it was good to be with family. Even those I really have trouble caring about because they don't care about themselves. I know everyone has them. All of my cousins of course were in full force. I had friends show up to show respect and not allow me to completely fall apart. I feel like I did okay for the most part. I kept saying last night that I was ready for a new week. A positive beginning.

So, here we are. Still focusing on Friday night and trying to keep from concentrating on our sad weekend, I'm very thankful for my friends. New or old, my hometown girls or my city friends, all made my birthday special or held me up when I needed them most. I didn't know I could have as much fun again as I had on Friday. I thought they were gone with the college life. Alas, the city night brings a new light. Especially when your party is eleven people deep. I'm ready to go out and do it again. However, my Mr. Perfect's bar tab at stop number 1 was $70, thanks to your's truly, and there were two more stops after that... so he's probably okay with waiting a little while. At least until another payday.