new year

Sorry about the MIA status, guys... I've had a busy week.

As I let out to some of you, this past weekend I turned the big 21... and as you can imagine it was definitely interesting...

I didn't get drunk this weekend, first of all. Amazing, right? It's almost like I failed or something... but let me tell you what happened.

Friday, I had a birthday party for all of my friends. We went out to dinner as a mixed bunch, and then the legal group separated off to go downtown. But the whole night was kind of a bust.

First of all, don't want to sound spoiled, but on your birthday, isn't someone else supposed ot pay for your dinner?? Ya, I got no offers on THAT, so my dinner bill was paid by yours truly.

Second, when we got to the club we were planning on, I was the first one in... and the only one, it seemed. My man had come in after me initially, but then when he saw no one behind him he went to investigate. Apparently, the 10 dollar cover for guys was too much for one of my 'guests' (this is a Friday night, people), and so didn't want to come in. The night continued with me shivering in my silk tank top in the Seattle winter air at 11pm, walking around on my birthday searching for a club that had no cover. It was insanely ridiculous, and I was more than marginally pissed off. Forty-five minutes later, we ended up at the SAME PLACE, and the guy who refused to pay eventually just said good-bye to us at the door and left. By the way, when we could walk right in before, we had to now stand in a long-ass line waiting to get in. To the same place. We had started off at.

The night pretty much culminated with me and my man dancing in the club by ourselves and having a drink, by ourselves.

If you think that the display of cheapness by my friends boyfriend (the guy who didn't want to pay cover) was based on his absolute need to save his precious money, think again. The guy is a doctor.


ANYWAY, that night kinda blew, and I realized that all of my GOOD friends (read, the kind that won't abandon you on your birthday/be incredibly rude) were underage. That sucks because now I have to wait for all of THEM to turn 21.


Then on Saturday, I was in the care of my man... who had planned a whole 'surprise day' for us. Among the highlights; the renting of my dream car to drive around all day to our different locations, brunch at an incredibly high-class restaurant, happy hours all over downtown Seattle, many kisses exchanged at beautiful vantage points in Queen Anne, a long nap with some very intense orgasms preceding, and then the most FABULOUS present ever, tickets to see Kathy Griffin perform at the sold-out showing at the Paramount. AMAZING. This was followed by late happy hour, a few very fruity drinks and then another intense session in his bed before I left for home.

I wished my birthday had actually landed on Saturday instead... and erased some of the suckiness from Friday.