Did not get a pony...
...but i did get my hand molested by an old scottish guy who bought me a drink! :D
How's about a better play-by-play of my birthday than drunken ramblings?
First off, Mondays are not big nights in Scotland. Wednesday to Sunday, man, you can't find an un-packed bar in town, but Mondays? Taaaame. Which is just how i like it. I've never been a person who makes a big to-do over my birthday (contrary to what you may think vis a vis Klufest), mostly because i don't have huge passels of friends to make a big deal over me.
So i met up with two of the Norwegians and Type-Eh!girl--who, okay, i may have given a bad rap ranting about on here but really does mean well and would take it badly if she weren't invited--at the pub formerly known as O'Neals. And GUYS, i really really was not expecting presents because we are STUDENTS and we are POOR but the Norwegians and my Play Pals put together a photo album of the most embarassing Whistlebinkies pics, including the ones of us doing our "sexy faces"--mine is a cross-eyed impersonation of the Misha Tongue (though to be fair, i've been doing that tongue since i was old enough to know how).
They even got me an itty bitty crown! And maybe this is pretty weird, but i always wear a crown on my birthday, and i was kind of down because i'd left mine at home this year. THESE GUYS...*glomps them* PLUS a birthday card poking fun at how directionally challenged i am!! <333
And the bartender comped my drink. HEE. (Are you counting? Drink Intake: 1 Strongbow)
After dinner we wandered over to Whistlebinkies, where--are you ready for this?--it was BINGO NIGHT. Maybe fifteen people in th joint, and most of them over the age of sixty. Including the old man who mumbled incoherently in Scottish at us, but the gist of it was: "You are sexy girls and if i was ten years younger...when are you heading back to the states? Also that girl on the end is a blond bombshell. I'd follow her to Norway. *nudge nudge wink wink*" And then he kissed. My hand. Twice. And bought me a drink.
Though at this point in the evening i think the drink count was something like this: 1 Strongbow, 4 now 5 white russians (there was talk of me drinking 21 of them, but really. Really.)
Then the other Norwegians showed up, bearing CHOCOLATES and more white russians (honestly lost count plus there was a Kopparburg in there somewhere) and i did not pay for a single drink the entire evening. It was lovely.
After last call we tumbled into the street, said farewell to the Norwegians, and one of the Play Pals found out the only deep fried mars bar i'd had was in Ireland, and it was kind of cold and drizzled with raspberry sauce because it was in a fancy joint, so she bought me one at the little chippy down the street. Ruby did not know shit about deep friend crack, that's all i have to say.
Then they put me in a cab, which i didn't have to pay for, and sent me home while i rambled away at the taxi driver about how much milk we could each drink in a day (a lot).
So all in all, an excellent day. I woke up at 10:30 this morning, not hungover in the slightest (okay a little bit wobbly but in no way headachey or sick) and lounged around until class reading my presents:
Five Valentines Sam Didn't Get From Dean, and One He Did by loolookitty which is just LOVELY because it could be so cliched, and instead it's canon and kind of dark in bits and really very oh so good. *PURRS*
I should have kept drinking, a coma can't be as bad as this hangover by dugindeep ahahaha TFLN J2 wherein Mike puts out a lawn fire WITH HIS BODY. Pure gold!
*GLOMPS EVERYBODY* Y'ALL WERE AWESOME. I CAN'T IMAGINE A BETTER BIRTHDAY BBS! <333