The entry everyone's been waiting for...
Yes, I finally turned 21. And yes, I made it out alive :). I wish that everyone could have been here to experience my birthday only because it was probably the single best day of my entire life. My friends are amazing and I could not ask for better people to call friends. The night offically began around 10 oclock when I came home from volleyball and noticed that the kitchen had been completely decorated (signs, ballons, streamers...the works) by Shellie, Shannon, Tina, Matt, and Al. After a quick shower and getting ready, people started coming over more and more and we had about 25 people here all just waiting for it to be midnight so we could go out to the bars. Tina, Shannon, Al, and Matt bought GIANT (these bitches were seriously 2 ft. long) sparklers so we played with them for a while and kept counting down. At like, 11:50, I wanted to start heading over to the bars so that I could be there by midnight but no one else was leaving. Apparently, they wanted to wait until midnight to leave because they wanted everyone to sing to me. When I say that people counted down from 10 - 1 to midnight like it was New Year's fucking Eve, I'm not exaggerating. I felt like a fucking rockstar. After the countdown and quick jaunt of happy birthday, we were finally off.
Walking up to the bouncer and not freaking out because I was using a fake ID could have singlehandedly been one of the best experiences of my life. Only second to walking into the bar to 10 people screaming happy birthday and smoothering me with hugs and kisses and of course, shots. I wasn't in the bar 10 minutes and had already taken 5 shots. So much for pace huh?
We were at The Bird for about an hour and that's where I did most of my drinking. April and I tried counting a few days later all the shots I took and we got to 16.....in an hour. The killer was that I wasn't drinking beer in between shots, I was drinking Long Islands (thanks Al, you fucker). Needless to say, we left there at 1 to go to Dill Street (the dancing bar for those of you who don't know) and that's where the memory stops happening. Apparently we were there for 2 and a half hours and I have no recollection of even being there. Apparently I was out of control though. I tried to make out with just about everyone and succeeded in most cases. Then we left, got pizza, and "walked" home. I use the word walk loosely because if you look at my pictures, you can see that I wasn't doing much walking. I also looked at my pants the next day (and not only was there puke all over them) but there were mud stains so I'm guessing I fell quite a bit. I did wait until I got home and puked though which was all I was really worried about so mission accomplished.
Alright, onto the stories I've heard from other people about that night now -
First, I wake up in the middle of the night and not only is shannon no longer in bed with me and Tina not on the futon with Al anymore, but I'm soaking wet. I shake it off thinking that I had just sweated all the liquor out of me and go to the bathroom and go back to bed. Turns out, Shannon and Tina are sleeping in the living room because in the middle of the night, matt, who was sleeping on the floor, decided to sleep walk, lift up my blanket like he was lifting up the toilet seat, and then pee all over me. Funniest thing that's ever happened in my entire life.
Let's see, I woke up with an orange bracelet around my wrist from dill street, looked at it, and said "what the fuck is this" and apparently I fought with the bouncer about it a little to so there's that.
I also took a shower and my ass was hurting like I had floor burns all over them. I just brushed it off and figured they were from volleyball but then I remembered that they didn't hurt after practice last night. That's when someone told me that while dancing at Dill Street, my back was up against the wall and I kept sliding up and down....so basically, I got wall burns on my ass from dancing.
I also throughout the day kept finding out new people I made out with, tried to make out with, Licked, or felt up....I'll blame that on being the birthday boy :).
Those are most of the good ones I think. I'm sure when Tina and Shannon read this, if they remember anything else, they'll comment about it so check for those.
I was so hungover all of Friday I wanted to die. I was still drunk when I woke up and continued to be for at least an hour. My parents came down and took me out to dinner which was nice except that I hardly ate because I had no appetite.
We also had a volleyball tournament this weekend. It went well. We ended up getting 3rd out of about 40 teams, though we lost to Marquette in the Semi's for the third time this year. It's getting really old. Now, volleyball is less than 2 weeks away from being done and I could not be more exstatic. I'm sick of everything having to do with vollleyball anymore. It's no longer fun for me and apparently people on my own team don't even want me on the court with them because "I'm a really negative player towards everyone else." That was news to me. I thought I was the guy on the court high-fiving everyone after every play and telling everyone that their mistake was ok, we can move on and get the next point. Whatever. Less than two weeks. I've actually thought about not even going to nationals and just ending the season for myself now, but what would that prove? It would only give the bitches who have been giving me a hardtime all year the satisfaction of knowing that I let them get to me enough that I'm actually going to sacrifice something as big as the National Volleyball Tournament and because I'm spiteful, I wouldn't dare give that satisfaction to anyone. So I'm going to go through practice the next week and a half trying to forget about how much I hate being on the court with people who apparently don't want to be on the court with me and play my ass off at nationals because this is my last one and I owe it to myself to do that for all the hardwork I've put in all year. Phew, sorry for that....just something that's been on my mind all day.
Alright, well there's officially the longest update known to man. It was a good one though. Thanks again for everyone who made my 21st birthday what it was. I don't know what I would do without you guys.
ps. I'm not rereading this right now so if I don't make sense anywhere, forgive me :).
Walking up to the bouncer and not freaking out because I was using a fake ID could have singlehandedly been one of the best experiences of my life. Only second to walking into the bar to 10 people screaming happy birthday and smoothering me with hugs and kisses and of course, shots. I wasn't in the bar 10 minutes and had already taken 5 shots. So much for pace huh?
We were at The Bird for about an hour and that's where I did most of my drinking. April and I tried counting a few days later all the shots I took and we got to 16.....in an hour. The killer was that I wasn't drinking beer in between shots, I was drinking Long Islands (thanks Al, you fucker). Needless to say, we left there at 1 to go to Dill Street (the dancing bar for those of you who don't know) and that's where the memory stops happening. Apparently we were there for 2 and a half hours and I have no recollection of even being there. Apparently I was out of control though. I tried to make out with just about everyone and succeeded in most cases. Then we left, got pizza, and "walked" home. I use the word walk loosely because if you look at my pictures, you can see that I wasn't doing much walking. I also looked at my pants the next day (and not only was there puke all over them) but there were mud stains so I'm guessing I fell quite a bit. I did wait until I got home and puked though which was all I was really worried about so mission accomplished.
Alright, onto the stories I've heard from other people about that night now -
First, I wake up in the middle of the night and not only is shannon no longer in bed with me and Tina not on the futon with Al anymore, but I'm soaking wet. I shake it off thinking that I had just sweated all the liquor out of me and go to the bathroom and go back to bed. Turns out, Shannon and Tina are sleeping in the living room because in the middle of the night, matt, who was sleeping on the floor, decided to sleep walk, lift up my blanket like he was lifting up the toilet seat, and then pee all over me. Funniest thing that's ever happened in my entire life.
Let's see, I woke up with an orange bracelet around my wrist from dill street, looked at it, and said "what the fuck is this" and apparently I fought with the bouncer about it a little to so there's that.
I also took a shower and my ass was hurting like I had floor burns all over them. I just brushed it off and figured they were from volleyball but then I remembered that they didn't hurt after practice last night. That's when someone told me that while dancing at Dill Street, my back was up against the wall and I kept sliding up and down....so basically, I got wall burns on my ass from dancing.
I also throughout the day kept finding out new people I made out with, tried to make out with, Licked, or felt up....I'll blame that on being the birthday boy :).
Those are most of the good ones I think. I'm sure when Tina and Shannon read this, if they remember anything else, they'll comment about it so check for those.
I was so hungover all of Friday I wanted to die. I was still drunk when I woke up and continued to be for at least an hour. My parents came down and took me out to dinner which was nice except that I hardly ate because I had no appetite.
We also had a volleyball tournament this weekend. It went well. We ended up getting 3rd out of about 40 teams, though we lost to Marquette in the Semi's for the third time this year. It's getting really old. Now, volleyball is less than 2 weeks away from being done and I could not be more exstatic. I'm sick of everything having to do with vollleyball anymore. It's no longer fun for me and apparently people on my own team don't even want me on the court with them because "I'm a really negative player towards everyone else." That was news to me. I thought I was the guy on the court high-fiving everyone after every play and telling everyone that their mistake was ok, we can move on and get the next point. Whatever. Less than two weeks. I've actually thought about not even going to nationals and just ending the season for myself now, but what would that prove? It would only give the bitches who have been giving me a hardtime all year the satisfaction of knowing that I let them get to me enough that I'm actually going to sacrifice something as big as the National Volleyball Tournament and because I'm spiteful, I wouldn't dare give that satisfaction to anyone. So I'm going to go through practice the next week and a half trying to forget about how much I hate being on the court with people who apparently don't want to be on the court with me and play my ass off at nationals because this is my last one and I owe it to myself to do that for all the hardwork I've put in all year. Phew, sorry for that....just something that's been on my mind all day.
Alright, well there's officially the longest update known to man. It was a good one though. Thanks again for everyone who made my 21st birthday what it was. I don't know what I would do without you guys.
ps. I'm not rereading this right now so if I don't make sense anywhere, forgive me :).