I just thought I'd take this opportunity to let you all know that I have not been kidnapped by space aliens nor by the infamous "kidney harvesters", that I did survive my birdday. Apparently, I have a few more friends here in NYC than I thought, and they all banded together to mercifully ensure that I would relegate my birdday celebration into the foggy corners of oblivion.
According to my memories, the evening started out well enough, but it becomes progressively foggier. I do (vaguely) remember that I had fun, but according to several of my friends' stories, I apparently had a very VERY good time. I am rather the party girl when I get going, in fact (who would have guessed?). This birdday party was like a time machine since I am reconstructing what happened and what dumbass things I did based on other people's recollections, just like when I was 19.
So, ah, uh, I am back. I do have a few bruises that I don't remember getting, although I am sure it involved me doing something totally embarassing (but no, I didn't fall off the bar), so maybe that's just as well that I can't remember things ..
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Hippo Birdie Two Ewes!
Hey, don't tease us like this. We want stories! Photos! Charge sheets! Any of your friends prepared to provide links?
I must admit I was a bit worried that you had forgotten to take the candles out of your beer before drinking it.
Bob
Happy belated birdday! Glad you had fun!