post-birthday party

My birthday party turned out even better than I could have imagined. (So good that it's taken me several days to recover.) From what I remember anyway. (Sorry mom.) I wasn’t going to drink very much. That was the plan. That plan got blown out of the water. So we started with the world’s largest pizza. I tell people it was a big people, but they can’t even grasp the enormity of it. If I had to guess, the pizza is about 4 feet by 4 feet. It’s HUGE! And delicious. So delicious. I only had one small square from it though, cause I was too excited to eat. Probably a bad idea in retrospect as I definitely could have used the food in my belly as absorption. But, to live and learn, as they say. I started out with just a few Coors Lights, because I was definitely keeping it classy. A bunch of people met up at the It Couples house for said pizza and beer. It Couple was obviously there, as was Mr. Baby Talker. The Newlyweds were there. (They were going to bring the birthday crown, which is a crown which makes its way around the birthday party circuit. They forgot the crown and actually went home to get it and bring it! How sweet is that??) Florida was there and looking sassy in her new boots and tights! Little Sister and The Charger came too. The Comic came all the way up from LA to meet all of my Orange County friends. It was so great having him there and meeting everyone! Mr. Schmoozy came by too! Mr. Schmoozy is a buddy who graduated last year, and who I haven’t seen since graduation. He was Mr. Law School- the SBA President, the guy who knew everyone, the guy who could just make any situation fun by being there. He’s hilarious and awesome, and is probably the person I miss the most from last year! He was sick, so I was really stoked that he showed up! I was so stoked that I risked catching his swine flu by hugging. A few other people showed up at the house. It Girl bought glow stick bracelets which we suited up with. And with that, we left for the bar. Well, most of us girls left to go to the bar. My sister was there on time, and I didn’t want to leave her waiting. I try to never leave my sister waiting. Plus, I was so stoked that she came, that I didn’t want her to be mad I wasn’t there and leave. It was her actual birthday on Saturday. (As I later, drunkenly, told the DJ “We’re almost twins. My birthday was two days ago, hers is tonight.” I didn’t feel like mentioning that we’re 4 years apart. I figured it was better to leave him confused.) Most of the guys stayed to watch the end of the Angels game as it went into its millionth inning.

We got to the bar and my sister and brother were there. My brother brought his buddy who I’ll refer to as Adopted Brother #3. (He should be #1 since he’s the one who showed up, but there’s already a 1 and 2.) My brother has this amazing group of buddies who are always around. So, we joke that they’re my adopted brothers. They’re all so nice and fun, and threaten to beat up guys for me, so who doesn’t love that? #3 is a professional Volleyball player. He’s just the funnest, sweetest, all-around good guy. And he has this completely adorable girlfriend who I will start referring to as my adopted sister I think. She’s so sweet and completely beautiful. They’re just the cutest couple ever. I think I told her like 1,000 times how adorable she is. I don’t know why, but I feel really protective of her in a big sister way, even though I barely know her and she has sisters of her own. So, they were all at the bar already. One of my girlfriends from high school was also there with a couple of her friends. The night starts getting fuzzy after that, cause people started buying me shots. I should have listened to my brother when he tried to cut me off. All I really remember is dancing a lot, getting sweaty and hitting on my high school friend’s buddy. He was an adorable video game programmer or something like that. He was only 24 though, so I felt like a cougar. Granted I’m not rich enough and not quite old enough, but almost. He added me on facebook the next day. At least, I think that was him who added me. A very cute guy added me on facebook. We’ll leave it at that. I’m leaving it up to him to actually email me or anything though. The new non-aggressive me is letting the dude take charge and make the move. I’m working on the whole “patience” thing and am determined to figure it out! He was nice enough to hold me up at the end of the night, as I was having trouble standing. I would like to say it was a clever excuse for a cute boy to put his arm around me, but no, I was just that out of it.

The night ended with The Comic driving me home safely. The bar is only 2 blocks from my apartment, but there’s no way I could walk. I could barely even make it up to my apartment. My buddy, The Chef, had to walk me upstairs. The Chef is a friend of mine from way back in the day. We’ve known each other for like 10 years, though I think he forgets that. Sometimes I call him out on stories from the past and his response is “Oh yeah. You knew me back then.” The Chef just recently moved back to Southern California from Hawaii. His job transferred him out here to Irvine, so now he lives in my apartment complex. It’s convenient having a good buddy who is a chef living so close, though he HAS NEVER cooked for me. I’m just saying, that’s awfully rude. I have about 4 friends who are professional chefs, and none of them cook for me. Did you all miss the act that I practically live on Ramen? I don’t cook and would gladly accept meals from chefs. I’ll even buy the food if I have to! I swear, I’d starve if It Girl didn’t cook family dinner for me on Sunday nights! But, I’m glad he lives here now, especially since he was in charge of getting me home on Saturday night.

When I got home, I may or may not have gotten sick (read: did). But, despite that, the night was perfect! Good times with good friends, new and old. I