My 22nd birthday summary.
Well last weeek did indeed fly by pretty fast as I anticipated. Wednesday I was sung happy birthday 5 times throughout the day. It was very moving and at the same time awkward because everyone's attention was directed my way. Oh well, so then I went out with my good friends Clyde, Nana, and Jorge to dinner at Bucca DeBeppo's in Lynwood. It was all comp't, the tickets were supposed to be for a dinner for four in the kitchen. The reservations got fucked up and we didn't get the seats in the kitchen, and they fucking forgot it was for a birthday. Oh well the waiter was tall as heck, somewhat do-able, and the food was amazing.
Shortly after I went to my friend Nea's apt. Her and her roomate, Vern, were prefunking and getting dressed to take me out drinking on the hill. The three of us had a blast and saw a couple of friends and familiar faces, matter of fact we bumped into Danny from Real World New Orleans, what a cutie...and short, we're the same height. Too bad his hottie latin boyfriend wasn't there. Anyways so then I had to work bright and early the next freaking morning. Thankfully I had plenty of water to drink before leaving the clubs, we all had subway, and I popped some asprin before and after bed, in the morning.
Friday was the day, the day that my two friends from work and I would board our plane flight to vegas. The three of us got off early from work, hauled ass through the crazy pre-thanksgiving weekend traffic. We checked in 2 hours early at the check-in counter. Then rushed right for the bar to allow ourselves enough time to relax and start up a nice buzz. 2 Margaritas, a corona, and a free shot of tequila later we walked a couple feet to the ticket gate. Only to find out that there were no longer 4 seats open, there were then 2 open. 3 if one person didn't show up. My friends and I were under the impression that there was only one person that the ticket agent was waiting for. Oh noooooooo....it was one name for a party of 4....4 fat black bitches. Once these ugly fat fucks got their tickets they rushed to pizza hut and bought 4 boxes of pizza.....I was soooooooooo fucking pissed off that those bitches had the nerve.
The next flight wasn't until 8:15 the next morning. I wasn't sure to either remain upset and not think clearly or breath walk off the frustration and just opt for the 8:15 saturday am flight. Instead I demanded my money back and we left. The three of us took a shuttle back up to northgate and took my friend "purple's" car and drove down to Portland, Oregon for the weekend. It was a blast and pretty damn cold.
Last night "purple" and I went out to dinner at the Spaghetti factory last night, then drinks at Man Ray, and dancing at Neighbors, "Latin Nite." She hooked up with this hot latin guy, took him home, after dropping me off. I went home buzzed and lonely...fuckers! Oh well, this past week(end) definitely didn't go as expected...but that's life.
Now this work week I'm only working tomorrow (tues) and Wednesday, which is pretty sweet. A five day weekend...saweet. Plus I'll get that fucking refund from the vegas tickets at the latest this saturday.....hopefully.
Shortly after I went to my friend Nea's apt. Her and her roomate, Vern, were prefunking and getting dressed to take me out drinking on the hill. The three of us had a blast and saw a couple of friends and familiar faces, matter of fact we bumped into Danny from Real World New Orleans, what a cutie...and short, we're the same height. Too bad his hottie latin boyfriend wasn't there. Anyways so then I had to work bright and early the next freaking morning. Thankfully I had plenty of water to drink before leaving the clubs, we all had subway, and I popped some asprin before and after bed, in the morning.
Friday was the day, the day that my two friends from work and I would board our plane flight to vegas. The three of us got off early from work, hauled ass through the crazy pre-thanksgiving weekend traffic. We checked in 2 hours early at the check-in counter. Then rushed right for the bar to allow ourselves enough time to relax and start up a nice buzz. 2 Margaritas, a corona, and a free shot of tequila later we walked a couple feet to the ticket gate. Only to find out that there were no longer 4 seats open, there were then 2 open. 3 if one person didn't show up. My friends and I were under the impression that there was only one person that the ticket agent was waiting for. Oh noooooooo....it was one name for a party of 4....4 fat black bitches. Once these ugly fat fucks got their tickets they rushed to pizza hut and bought 4 boxes of pizza.....I was soooooooooo fucking pissed off that those bitches had the nerve.
The next flight wasn't until 8:15 the next morning. I wasn't sure to either remain upset and not think clearly or breath walk off the frustration and just opt for the 8:15 saturday am flight. Instead I demanded my money back and we left. The three of us took a shuttle back up to northgate and took my friend "purple's" car and drove down to Portland, Oregon for the weekend. It was a blast and pretty damn cold.
Last night "purple" and I went out to dinner at the Spaghetti factory last night, then drinks at Man Ray, and dancing at Neighbors, "Latin Nite." She hooked up with this hot latin guy, took him home, after dropping me off. I went home buzzed and lonely...fuckers! Oh well, this past week(end) definitely didn't go as expected...but that's life.
Now this work week I'm only working tomorrow (tues) and Wednesday, which is pretty sweet. A five day weekend...saweet. Plus I'll get that fucking refund from the vegas tickets at the latest this saturday.....hopefully.