Awesome.
Saturday:
-Up at 8 to get to work at 9.
-Arrive at work at 9:30 (I don’t get in trouble for this because I was the opener. No one else shows up on Saturdays until 10:30. But he didn’t show up until 11. And I’m in charge anyway.).
-Work ’til 3.
-Clean apartment.
-Girlfriend came over and cut my hair.
-Vacuum apartment.
-Go buy booze.
-realize I left my wallet at home and the most horrifically inconvenient place ever.
-get back home about 20 minutes later, having to take a roundabout route.
-get wallet.
-go to Zipps.
-get beer & liquor.
-go to Rainbow.
-get limes, Coke, Diet Coke, and Cranberry Juice (spend a ridiculously long amount of time debating between Cranberry Juice Cocktail and Cranberry Juice Lite)
-go to Arby’s for a quick birthday eve dinner.
-swing back home.
-eat Arby’s.
-guests arrive.
-set up music.
-take shower (notice the order of things here, because I’m horrid at timing).
-get sexy.
-party.
-reminisce about Hamm’s.
-see old friends.
-shotgun Hamm’s.
-dance to Destiny’s Child.
-dance to Soulja Boy. (yes. We did.)
-dance to Muscles.
-get cool presents.
-eat the cake Girlfriend made me.
-get drunk.
-pass out for a bit.
-bond over Beleza Tropical.
-pass out.
Sunday (the day)
-Triple Rock breakfast with Girlfriend.
-Biscuits & Gravy, Bloody Mary, and coffee
-partially drunk drive home (I wasn’t THAT drunk. It was a bloody mary buzz), featuring phone call with Anna.
-dropped the Deuce of Legend (a night of heavy drinking + coffee + Triple Rock breakfast clean plate club = Deuce of Legend)
-Napping/laying around with Girlfriend.
-Omega Wolf elections.
-reelected into Executive position (woo!).
-chilling at the Warren.
-tasty dinner at the Warren.
-for some reason, I now have to drive to St. Paul to pick up Lauren, drive her back to Minneapolis to go to trivia, and then drive her back. On my birthday.
-Trivia.
-I get myself a PBR and a Reuben.
-Steph buys me a PBR.
-Sean announces birthdays. He calls me Barry. He apologizes with a PBR.
-Lauren buys me a PBR.
-Girlfriend decides to DD. That’s why she’s my girlfriend. Because she’s awesome.
-I, single-handedly, get every question in the Music round correct (this is not actually true)
-We win trivia (prizes: $25 tab at the 331 club, $40 gift certificate at a hair salon)
-Girlfriend drives Lauren home. I ride shotgun, drunk.
-Girlfriend drives me home.
-drink water.
-pass out.
Monday (that’s right. It’s still going):
-wake up leisurely.
-decide to file taxes (since I’d been putting it off).
-discover I’m getting an ass-ton of money back from the government.
-realize that it was my money to begin with.
-realize I’ve just given an interest-free loan to the government.
-realize that the government has been using my interest-free loan to go to war.
-realize that the government has been using the rest of the taxes, which they take because I live here, work here, and enjoy certain rights, to go to war.
-realize that I really could have used that money last year, actually.
-stop caring because my wallet’s getting a nice bump that has nothing to do with what I normally expect to make in a given month.
-go to work at 3
That was my birthday weekend. It was the best birthday ever.
(Also, yes, I have a girlfriend. I’m going to refer to her as Girlfriend, because it’s consistent with the fact that I’m being less personal on this blog. But since she’s a part of my life now, I’m going to occasionally talk about her and our misadventures, and I’m going to call her Girlfriend. I do, however, call her by her actual name in real life. Although she sometimes does call me “Boyfriend” in real life because she’s funny.)
