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another birthday come and gone. it was a good one. friday night i got incredibly drunk. i don't remember everything... but i do recall a few highlights. calling aj a pussy because he doesn't like guinness (i still stand by that 100%) and then consequently being forced (or challenged rather, he threw down the gauntlet and i had no choice but to accept) to do tequila shots. drinking anything placed in front of me. getting a "saved" and a "jesus is my homeboy" sticker from the vending machine at taco express, trying to drag autumn back into the car at 3am when she was trying to go home and sleep. i also seem to recall a lot of conversations that involved the other person just smiling and nodding at me as if i was challenged. i ran into a couple of old friends that i haven't seen in years and man, oh man, i had a 20 min conversation that i can remember approximately 3 words from. not good. needless to say i was reacquainted with robyn's toilet the next day. we shared some old times and made some new memories to cherish. it was one of those "i am never going to drink again" days, which leads me to my next exciting chapter, the next time i am going to drink again. i am going to iowa next weekend to see the killers. sweet. and aut had better plan on getting pissed with me as she didn't while she was home. on a more morose note... i actually didn't struggle so much with turing the big 2- well 2 something. but as i was helping my parents tonight tag the remainder of my grandpa's items for a garage sale, i was incredibly sad. not only bc i miss him but bc his house is now totally dismantled and it looks so strange. when i was walking around the backyard where i used to have easter egg hunts as a child it seemed so small and forlorn. trying to decide how much to price items that he had spent his whole life accumulating seemed so callous. the rest of my family (and his wicked witch of a next door neighbor) had already gone through everything that they wanted but what i really just wanted was to see some of the old relics that i used to play with or wish i could play with when i was a child. but they were gone. i think it's easy to forget sometimes that he is gone until the reality of it is forced in my face. growing up can really suck and unfortunately we continue to do it for the rest of our lives.