I was sitting down thinking that we celebrate the anniversary of us tearing through the wombs of our mothers and getting slapped on the ass by a old doc. How sick is that.
That being said, I have celebrated it 22 times and while this is no 21. ( I walked in on a family birthday party that had been ongoing for hours before I was invited...and they ate half my birthday cake.) this day started off surprisingly well.. and I got to find out who my friends are.
Apparently I was suppose to have this mega shindig where 50+ were suppose to show up but that would have been quite insane, instead 5 showed at the club, 2 guys and 3 girls, and to be perfectly honest. I had a great time with the smaller group.
I also found out that I am a lightweight or something when I get drunk. I mean I handled all the shots and everything people kept getting me, but somehow by the end of the night. I had figured that the club was shooting flames onto everyone and the only way to stay alive was to take off your shirt... so that's what I did... I didnt wanna get killed on my birthday.
As for the remainder of my birthday. I am hoping to have a nice quiet dinner at mandarin with my MOM, DAD, and the rest of the fam, the reason why this is a big deal is that my mom and dad haven't been able to talk on the phone for years but my mom suddenly wants to fix things. Im gonna guess my dad gets a fork in the eye and mom catches a dropkick.ah memories :)
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