Well, it's official. I'm 26 years old. And it feels pretty good. Unlike some people, I don't really mind getting older. Apart from some oh so gentle ribbing by my friends, nothing really bothers me about being 26. Next stop, late 20s! Alight here for marriage and job security. Whoo!
The birthday celebration kicked off Friday night, when I met up with the old school crowd at Chadwicks. I was a) surprised by how many people came out (honestly, it was so sweet) and b) WASTED. Really, it was all Tony's fault. He's the one who ordered me that rum, cranberry juice, butterscoth liqueur monstrosity. Seriously folks stay away from that shit. As I puked (twice!) the following morning, the memory of that butterscoth liqueur haunted me. But, since Tony was kind enough to drive my drunken self home, he's my favorite person ever!
And in true Selvi style, here is a recreation of a conversation from the bar:
Jay: Hey, Margaret, for your birthday I was going to compose you a poem!
Me: Jay, that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done. What do you mean "was?"
Jay: Well, I couldn't get past the first half.
Me: How did it go?
Jay: Something like....red-haired momma...shit, that's not it....Maggie momma...Jesus, what was it?
Me: Uh...thanks dude.
Jay: So then I just decided to go with a dirty limerick. There once was a girl named Maggie...
Saturday was a girl's night that got whittled down to Arista, myself, and Caroline. But we kicked it slumber party style with cheesburgers, ice cream sundaes, and the Oscar contenders "Center Stage" and "The Cutting Edge." Seriously, two of the best chick flicks ever. Run, don't walk, to your nearest Blockbuster video. Or Target where they can be procured for approximately $4.99. Now THAT'S quality.
Sunday wrapped up the weekend with dinner at Grandma's and my home-made ice cream cake. Good god my family is awesome. And I could not care less that I missed the Super Bowl or it's mediocre commercials because...PUPPY BOWL II!
Now if I could only find people to go see Champions on Ice with my in April. Who can resist Rudy Galindo, the gayest figure skater ever. Don't believe me? Check it:
I mean, how awesome is he? In the Navy indeed.
Oh and mom just came out of the basement from pulling up floor tile and told me "hopefully you will marry money and not have to do this." WORD. Any takers? Dude, I need more rich friends. Oh, yeah and my own place. Although my mom is awesome. Shut it.
Currently reading: "The Dante Club" by Matthew Pearl (good but slow paced and too many maggots, do not read if you can't handle maggots!)
Currently listening to: "The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe soundtrack" (it killed my old ipod, but the hot Australian guy at the Apple store gave me a new one...even though my warranty expired 6 days ago. I love you hot Australian guy!)