 | Birthday Week
Current mood:  drunk So it all starts on Sunday for me with the country club holiday buffet...always good eats. On Monday, the family takes me out to BJs, which I always love, and I get the standard pizookie, of course.
Tuesday night, I manage to play the absolute worst game of ultimate in my life. I blame the double strength brownie I ate before the game. I think my head didn't come back to earth until about 8pm.
Then, the real fun begins. Wednesday's the actual day, and I kick it off with some outstanding gifts, including some home made cookies given to me by Rhea of the office. I get off early, finish the mixes (if you don't know, ask), and head up to the city for some mayhem.
I get started at about 630 playing beirut with Jessie, Mike and Julian. This goes on until about 8 pm at which point Charles, Albert and Chris show up. We manage to get Tyler and his crew to join us, and once Dawson, Kevin and Ferrer show up, everyone shows up and Cella's place gets real crowded real quick. Snyder thinks Brigid looks like Cuthbert in the Girl Next Door. Is she flattered? Hell no! She says, "yea, I've heard that," in her most nonchalant attitude.
Aliza and I manage to get fucking waxed when we get on the table, 5 to 1. I think it was the Alize that Damie brought me that finished me off. When we head to Bar None to meet up with the rest of the crew (Morty, JK, Vic, etc, etc), I can not see straight. Nor do I know what time it is. Nor do I care. We get to the bar at around 11:30, and between the 20-30 of us, including Alan who has showed up after his final, we bring the party to the bar. I manage to be so drunk that I actually forget to play beirut, which was the whole point of going to this particular bar. But other people play, and I'm told it was fun. I do remember one person (Hilary Harbind maybe?) continually looking at me and saying "Birthday Boy!" but I didn't have any real good answer for her.
I hate to cut this blog short, but really, that's about the extent of my memory of the night. I made a vague promise to Cathy to come over after the bar and say hi on my way home, but I manage to forget that too. Jessie's got the DD covered and I pass out at home, in my own bed, grateful that my wallet and all pertinent appendages are still attached to my body.
Thanks go to everyone that made it out last night. While the end of the night gets a little hazy, I can say definitively that it was one of the better birthday celebrations I've had. I didn't throw up, the pictures Jessie took were great and what I do remember was a blast and a half. Sorry that this blog sucked so bad, but I think I'm still partially drunk and the screen in front of me is a little hazy. Oh well. |
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