What a weekend
So Friday was the big 2-0! I don't feel any different, it's kind of weird. It's all good though. Anyway, the partay was BANGIN'. Never in my life have I had a group of friends that would do what my friends did for me! I've never felt so loved and I have so many people to thank and everything. I have to say, I drank a substantial amount of substance. Let's do a count, shall we? 1 White Russian made by D, even though he "birfdaydified" it. 2 shots of Vodka...here's to me!! 10 or so Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonades. Wheeee....and a sip or 2 of Sean's Corona. "Sean, I like Corona. Let me have some." "Okay, here." Takes a sip..."I don't think I like this." "Give me it, then." "No." Oh, man, I think I said that I wanted to either "have sex with Sean" or "I love Sean" like a billion times. AND I was so NOT discreet about it. "I wanna have sex with Sean." "Lauren, shut up, he's RIGHT there." "No, he's not." And John, for the record, is a GREAT hugger. "John, I want a blueberry hug." "Okay." Then I say to Sean "Gimme a hug." "Okay, but I don't know how to give blueberry hugs." "I don't even know what a blueberry hug IS." Ummm, Sean is so fantastic. Oh, I got pukey on Friday. What do you expect, though. I told Sean that I liked the smell of cigar smoke and he blew it in my face. A few more inches, my friend. So, after puking, I went to Corryn's room. "Lauren, come on, you need to take off your pants." "Okay." Jacquie ended up taking them off for me. "I want my Cubby bear." "Here he is Lauren." "He's so flat" ::sobs:: So, I ended up crying about J and everything else. Then I wanted Sean. "I want ::sobs:: Sean...Sean doesn't love me." Sean comes in. "Sean, why don't you love me?" "I do love you." "No you don't." He sat by me with his arm on me and I just kept crying. "My Justin is so sick." "Justin's going to be okay." "No he's not, you don't even know him." Randi told me that he gave me a kiss on the cheek good night. Fuck, why don't I remember that??? I remember everything else. Anyway, it was a great time, even WITH the pukeage. Wouldn't trade any of it in. Except maybe if Sean and I would have had sex...even a good make out would have sufficed. So, to my Candi Girl and Cory. I love the both of you from the bottom of my heart and I love and appreciate what you did for me this weekend to make me feel ultra special and super loved. I'll spend the rest of my days repaying you for all of it, too! To Jacquie, thank you for making sure I puked in the right spot and comforting me and taking off my pants (even though I know you secretly enjoyed it). To Gush, thank you honey. You're so much fun and I love you. To Sean, thank you for making me feel better when I felt beyond awful. It's much appreciated and I thank you for sitting by me and taking my mind off of the nausea I was feeling. Thank you and I love you Seanie, I honestly and truly do. To everyone that was there, thank you, thank you, thank you. My birthdays previous to this were never this good, and the ones that are to follow will have to pretty damn fucking spectacular to go beyond this one! I love all of you and I'll drink to that....!