Mar 30, 2004 04:00
If you've been keeping track of my journal, Alec's journal, Lindsay's journal, Courtney's journal, or Maureen's journal, then you can read about how the pary went and who was there and all that jazz. To sum up my birthday in a few words: It was the best birthday I've ever had. The day started off with a phone call waking me up. The person on the other side was my roommate James. He called me to wish me a happy birthday and passed the phone along. Next in line was Heather Eve. She didn't really say happy birthday but i knew that she implied it. During Heather Eve's chat, Ryan called me on his phone and interupted Heather Eve. When I switched back to her, she said that was rude and I just laughed. Syn called me while I was talking to Heather Eve also and left a pretty funny message saying "You didn't pick up the phone fucker so fuck you and happy birthday!" The next person in line was Rebecca. She didn't say happy birthday either but we talked for a while. After Rebecca, I got to talk to Syn and she was bitching me out (which was fun). After Syn was Ryan again and I felt pretty special that all five of them would huddle up just to call me. Shortly after they called, Jen called and wished me the obvious. I told her that I couldn't talk long because we were doing some birthday party shopping and I eventually called her back later and she said that she doesn't know a lot about me and vice-versa so when I get over there, we're going to have a long talk to find out more about each other and probably fuck after that... As for the party... plenty of people showed up and I am very grateful that they did. They made my night real special. I found out that within the week that I've been back in Las Vegas, I could have fucked at least five people. Damn my luck huh? Well, at the end of the night, I counted how many bottle caps I've saved up in the last week and my count came to ninety. Ninety beers in just a week! My family is full of drunks! Well, that's all I have the patience for at the moment so until next time.
P.S. Vic, wish you were here.