Birth and Labor Day Weekend
A ton of my out-of-town friends were meeting in New Smyrna Beach at Scott's condo to celebrate my 21st birthday with me on Saturday.
Thursday: Anthony informs me that he has to work every Saturday night this semester and hence can't make it.
Friday: Lindsay informs me that she can't make it because gas it too expensive to drive down from Jacksonville. Keriane informs me that her car has overheating problems and she can't make it up from Miami. Leila has a class group project to do on Sunday and can't go. That leaves Scott and Holly as the only two people available to make it. And since they are dating and Holly is going off to Europe soon, I called Scott and told him that the weekend should be cancelled since nobody wants to go. Well fortunately, Scott insisted that we carry on our plans as they were originally made.
Saturday: I got up early and had my hair done it looked fabulous. Then I trekked to New Smyrna Beach. Once I got there we all started catching up and drinking. Holly noticed that I had lost the weight of a toddler which made my entire weekend. After we drank we got all dressed up to go out in Orlando and took lots of pictures like it was prom.
Most of them that turned out well were of Holly and me mostly because Scott was our DD, however I got a few cute shots of us.
We went to Margaritaville for dinner. I had the best Margarita EVER! It was the Ruby Red Rita and it was a frozen margarita with chambord (raspberry liquer) in the bottom. I about died in heaven. Of course I had a cheeseburger in paradise too. However Holly proceded to get creeped out by the tall clown like balloon animal makers that were going around the restaurant popping balloons (poor thing :( ) so we got out of there after dinner and a drink. We then went downtown to a club called Room 309. It was a really laid back classy place. While my two hosts had beers, I sipped a Captain and Diet prepared by the world's sexiest bartender. I asked Holly if I could have him for my birthday. Sadly I was denied. But I have a sinking suspicion he was flirting with me. God he was gorgeous. I was tempted to ask for a picture but I didn't want to seem scary; I'd rather bask in the moment.
We then headed to this bar called Makko's which was a really upbeat bar with gorgeous built men in kilts and (while I am very heterosexual) there were some really hot girls running around in skimpy panties and boobshirts.
Holly and I did look ravishing though (and so did Scott):
We then started dancing together, while Scott made sure we were unbothered from a distance. Then an unsavory hispanic gentleman tried to dance with us. I guess this gentleman settled on me as the lucky partner but not before slapping my ass.
Brief Aside->(What is it about minority men and slapping my ass????? My ass is not an amazing phenomenon, believe me.)
Soon after I feel a hand in my pocket. Getting a little creeped out, I do a barely impressive dance move and hand my wallet to Scott. Soon enough, the other hand goes in my other pocket. I give a scolding look. Soon after, a hand meanders up the underside of my shirt. It gets moved down to the outer thigh. The same hand meanders back up the shirt. Well then it was time to get a drink because I wasn't going get felt up by some creepy bastard on my birthday.
We soon leave the club and head to the street for air. I find a Mardi Gras beaded necklace in the street and decide to put it on for my birthday. Here's a picture of Holly and I with my gorgeous baubles.
We head to the final club of the night and after walking up 3 flights of stairs arrive at this outdoor bar with 80s music playing. After a few moments of rest, Holly and I become inspired to create our own dancefloor and start drunk dancing. I go to the bar and try to wiggle a free beer out of some older Georgia boys, to no avail of course. Soon after we decide to head back towards New Smyrna but not before we stop at Steak and Shake for a late night bite. I was sitting across from Scott and Holly, when drunken Holly says "Your neck is blue." I of course admonish her and call her a drunk and say it's the reflection off of my beads. I move the necklace and to my surprise my neck, chest and cleavage were Smurf blue. Bright, insane, permanent blue. Ball point pen blue. The picture doesn't do it justice.
Holly lured me to sleep in the car with her talk of DIS major. We got home and all went to bed promptly at 4a. But not before Leila accidentally called me from a party.
The next day we all got up early, Holly and I washed the blue off of my neck and breasts respectively and our merry trio went to brunch. Afterwards we hit the beach and tanned while jamming to various iPods. We then went into the ocean, where we were bitchslapped by the incoming tide and I lost my top after getting knocked over. Luckily nobody saw the girls. We then hit the pool. Scott showed off his breath holding prowess by swimming unnecisary amounts of laps w/o taking a breath, Holly kept count, and I tried to get even more tan and stayed even more lazy. However there was time for a cute group snapshot.
Note: my hair looks exactly the same as the night before.
Holly helped me take the 85 hairpins out of my hair and I showered for a good 20 minutes to get the hair spray out. We got clean and went into Daytona Beach for dinner. We had Japanese complete with Dacquaris and beer. I got drunk, jabbed my elbow into my warring neighbor for elbow room at the grill table, and swore loudly. We then spent the rainy evening chasing each other around a Lasar tag area of a mini-golf amusement park place. I lost by 3000 points.... *sigh* After consoling myself in a raspberry banana dacquari, we went home, played drinking games and went to bed completely happy with the way we spent our weekend!
Moral of the story: I had an amazing time turning 21 and am immeasurably lucky to have great friends to spend my birthday with!!
Thanks for everything, guys!
Thursday: Anthony informs me that he has to work every Saturday night this semester and hence can't make it.
Friday: Lindsay informs me that she can't make it because gas it too expensive to drive down from Jacksonville. Keriane informs me that her car has overheating problems and she can't make it up from Miami. Leila has a class group project to do on Sunday and can't go. That leaves Scott and Holly as the only two people available to make it. And since they are dating and Holly is going off to Europe soon, I called Scott and told him that the weekend should be cancelled since nobody wants to go. Well fortunately, Scott insisted that we carry on our plans as they were originally made.
Saturday: I got up early and had my hair done it looked fabulous. Then I trekked to New Smyrna Beach. Once I got there we all started catching up and drinking. Holly noticed that I had lost the weight of a toddler which made my entire weekend. After we drank we got all dressed up to go out in Orlando and took lots of pictures like it was prom.
Most of them that turned out well were of Holly and me mostly because Scott was our DD, however I got a few cute shots of us.
We went to Margaritaville for dinner. I had the best Margarita EVER! It was the Ruby Red Rita and it was a frozen margarita with chambord (raspberry liquer) in the bottom. I about died in heaven. Of course I had a cheeseburger in paradise too. However Holly proceded to get creeped out by the tall clown like balloon animal makers that were going around the restaurant popping balloons (poor thing :( ) so we got out of there after dinner and a drink. We then went downtown to a club called Room 309. It was a really laid back classy place. While my two hosts had beers, I sipped a Captain and Diet prepared by the world's sexiest bartender. I asked Holly if I could have him for my birthday. Sadly I was denied. But I have a sinking suspicion he was flirting with me. God he was gorgeous. I was tempted to ask for a picture but I didn't want to seem scary; I'd rather bask in the moment.
We then headed to this bar called Makko's which was a really upbeat bar with gorgeous built men in kilts and (while I am very heterosexual) there were some really hot girls running around in skimpy panties and boobshirts.
Holly and I did look ravishing though (and so did Scott):
We then started dancing together, while Scott made sure we were unbothered from a distance. Then an unsavory hispanic gentleman tried to dance with us. I guess this gentleman settled on me as the lucky partner but not before slapping my ass.
Brief Aside->(What is it about minority men and slapping my ass????? My ass is not an amazing phenomenon, believe me.)
Soon after I feel a hand in my pocket. Getting a little creeped out, I do a barely impressive dance move and hand my wallet to Scott. Soon enough, the other hand goes in my other pocket. I give a scolding look. Soon after, a hand meanders up the underside of my shirt. It gets moved down to the outer thigh. The same hand meanders back up the shirt. Well then it was time to get a drink because I wasn't going get felt up by some creepy bastard on my birthday.
We soon leave the club and head to the street for air. I find a Mardi Gras beaded necklace in the street and decide to put it on for my birthday. Here's a picture of Holly and I with my gorgeous baubles.
We head to the final club of the night and after walking up 3 flights of stairs arrive at this outdoor bar with 80s music playing. After a few moments of rest, Holly and I become inspired to create our own dancefloor and start drunk dancing. I go to the bar and try to wiggle a free beer out of some older Georgia boys, to no avail of course. Soon after we decide to head back towards New Smyrna but not before we stop at Steak and Shake for a late night bite. I was sitting across from Scott and Holly, when drunken Holly says "Your neck is blue." I of course admonish her and call her a drunk and say it's the reflection off of my beads. I move the necklace and to my surprise my neck, chest and cleavage were Smurf blue. Bright, insane, permanent blue. Ball point pen blue. The picture doesn't do it justice.
Holly lured me to sleep in the car with her talk of DIS major. We got home and all went to bed promptly at 4a. But not before Leila accidentally called me from a party.
The next day we all got up early, Holly and I washed the blue off of my neck and breasts respectively and our merry trio went to brunch. Afterwards we hit the beach and tanned while jamming to various iPods. We then went into the ocean, where we were bitchslapped by the incoming tide and I lost my top after getting knocked over. Luckily nobody saw the girls. We then hit the pool. Scott showed off his breath holding prowess by swimming unnecisary amounts of laps w/o taking a breath, Holly kept count, and I tried to get even more tan and stayed even more lazy. However there was time for a cute group snapshot.
Note: my hair looks exactly the same as the night before.
Holly helped me take the 85 hairpins out of my hair and I showered for a good 20 minutes to get the hair spray out. We got clean and went into Daytona Beach for dinner. We had Japanese complete with Dacquaris and beer. I got drunk, jabbed my elbow into my warring neighbor for elbow room at the grill table, and swore loudly. We then spent the rainy evening chasing each other around a Lasar tag area of a mini-golf amusement park place. I lost by 3000 points.... *sigh* After consoling myself in a raspberry banana dacquari, we went home, played drinking games and went to bed completely happy with the way we spent our weekend!
Moral of the story: I had an amazing time turning 21 and am immeasurably lucky to have great friends to spend my birthday with!!
Thanks for everything, guys!