Birthday Blues
Well there's not much to say. I turned 21 yesterday. I was awake by 8am and at around 9am my mother came out and suprised me with a home made birthday cake. It was a 2 layer whit cake, with pick frosting made from scratch. Possibly the best birthday cake I have ever received. Then I had to go sing for about 2 hours and I didn't have any issues there since Maisoon went ahead and sang Happy Birthday to me.
Then I spent the rest of the afternoon at home by myself, until my Aunt and Uncle came to pick me up. They took me to Charley's Crab for some 5 star dining. My first legal cocktail was a Strawberry margarita and my Aunt choice a white wine, I believe it was a pinot blanc, for dinner. It was an excellent choice by her and as we were all tasting it should guess the proof of it exactly. It was 12%, I came in second guessing 11.5%. They also gave me a stunning diamond necklace. My first diamond!
Then as dinner continued I began to feel sick. It got so bad that I had to run to the restroom and lose my entire dinner. That was sad. It got even worse because when I returned to the table the waitress brought out an ice cream puff with a candle in it to wish me a Happy Birthday. I took one look at it and then made my second run for the evening. After that I told my GodParents that I had a wonderful time but I needed to leave because I was terribly sick. They felt bad but I think they understood.
I was planning on going out with some friends to see a band and do more drinking but I was so sick that I just curled myself into a ball and passed out on my bed.
I have some thoughts that I started thinking about, but they're kind of heated so I'm going to consider them a little longer before I commit them here to my journal. After Christmas I'll make a final decision on this thing that I am thinking.
So that was my birthday. Whoo...I'm too tired to finish the hoo.
Then I spent the rest of the afternoon at home by myself, until my Aunt and Uncle came to pick me up. They took me to Charley's Crab for some 5 star dining. My first legal cocktail was a Strawberry margarita and my Aunt choice a white wine, I believe it was a pinot blanc, for dinner. It was an excellent choice by her and as we were all tasting it should guess the proof of it exactly. It was 12%, I came in second guessing 11.5%. They also gave me a stunning diamond necklace. My first diamond!
Then as dinner continued I began to feel sick. It got so bad that I had to run to the restroom and lose my entire dinner. That was sad. It got even worse because when I returned to the table the waitress brought out an ice cream puff with a candle in it to wish me a Happy Birthday. I took one look at it and then made my second run for the evening. After that I told my GodParents that I had a wonderful time but I needed to leave because I was terribly sick. They felt bad but I think they understood.
I was planning on going out with some friends to see a band and do more drinking but I was so sick that I just curled myself into a ball and passed out on my bed.
I have some thoughts that I started thinking about, but they're kind of heated so I'm going to consider them a little longer before I commit them here to my journal. After Christmas I'll make a final decision on this thing that I am thinking.
So that was my birthday. Whoo...I'm too tired to finish the hoo.