TWENTY ONE
Fucking FINALLY, I'm 21.
Friday night was a crazy Wilde Party, Saturday was Monterey (aquarium, fisherman's wharf, sunset on a beach) with my mommy, Saturday night was a PJ Dance Party at my house, Sunday was SF for Cuban music at Yerba Buena and naked men at Folsom St. Fair, and today (Tuesday, Oct. 2nd) is my real BIRTHDAY and will be celebrated with a trip to SF for shopping/cultural appreciation/chillin' with the mom then followed with dinner at Zachary's pizza with my b-day twin Sonia and some close friends.
And of course, tomorrow there's drinking at the White Horse.
It has been an excellent extended b-day weekend, even though I'm years behind in reading for school. Tomorrow night my mommy leaves and its back to the real world.
Except now i can drink legally.
Friday night was a crazy Wilde Party, Saturday was Monterey (aquarium, fisherman's wharf, sunset on a beach) with my mommy, Saturday night was a PJ Dance Party at my house, Sunday was SF for Cuban music at Yerba Buena and naked men at Folsom St. Fair, and today (Tuesday, Oct. 2nd) is my real BIRTHDAY and will be celebrated with a trip to SF for shopping/cultural appreciation/chillin' with the mom then followed with dinner at Zachary's pizza with my b-day twin Sonia and some close friends.
And of course, tomorrow there's drinking at the White Horse.
It has been an excellent extended b-day weekend, even though I'm years behind in reading for school. Tomorrow night my mommy leaves and its back to the real world.
Except now i can drink legally.