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Well, I turned 20 on Saturday. That was fun. I'll admit I do feel a little older. I have a sore back and my bones crack more than usual. I sat down in my beanbag chair the other day and pinched a nerve or something and popped my hip. Whatever it was, it hurt like hell. Hayley can't sit on the floor anymore. Those days are done. Anyway, no words of wisdom or pleas to cherish your teenage years are coming from this mouth. Other than my physical agility continuing its long standing downward spiral and tendency to only remember the most useless/random information, I feel like a sprightly young wood-nymph. Not a day over ten.
Let's talk about what I did for my birthday. I'm rather vain so I decided long before hand that I would milk this thing till it was dry as a rock. Translation: my birthday lasted from Friday night to early Sunday morning. I was convinced the entire weekend was May 7th, so help me God. My roommate's two best friends from home came up for the whole weekend which was rockin’. So Friday night after going out to dinner we came back to our room to pre-party. We changed and put on makeup and the whole shebang. Then Megan (my roommate) asked me if I wanted my present a little early. Heck yes I did. I screamed with glee when she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. She knows the way to my heart.
Whiskey has a way of messing with my mental clarity. Say what? So I'm not sure how we got there or what we did before we showed up, but eventually me, my two roommates, the visiting friends, and some other guys from our floor arrived at this apartment pretty far from campus. There were people all over the lawn and lining the outside stair case which led to the second story apartment. Once inside we discovered half our floor was there. I made my way to the balcony where the keg was. I don't know how long we were at this party. I remember dropping my camera and breaking it. I remember chugging my beer while standing on the table and everyone in the apartment counting down the seconds until midnight when it was actually my birthday. Then some girls I know told me to take off my shirt. I have no problem getting naked when I'm drunk so I was about to until my roommates and one of the boys on my floor pulled me off the table. Good thinking on their part. I thank them in retrospect. There was a homeless man partying with us and people were doing lines in the bathroom. It all seemed fine while I was there, but it was in fact a rather sketch party. Somehow I got home and passed out in bed after puking for a half hour. I woke up Saturday morning to streamers hanging from the ceiling all around my bed, balloons taped to the walls and littering the floor as well and a huge sign covering the window in our lobby and a sign saying happy birthday running down the wall next to my desk. It was very exciting. Very exciting. Once everyone woke up, we (me, my two roommates and two visiting friends) went out to breakfast at this great bagel shop downtown and then went shopping. Once we got back to the dorm we laid around and slept and watched movies.
About a week before, we'd planned to go out to dinner with a bunch of people from the floor Saturday night. So Megan started calling around to make reservations. Silly Chico has a bunch of high schools and there were three proms going on Saturday night. We wanted reservations at Olive Garden, but they don't take reservations and we were told there would be a mighty wait due to the proms. Well folks, that's Chico: Olive Garden for Prom dinner. Applebees was expecting a wait as well. We held out for awhile and then finally left at 7:30 after deciding on Logan's Roadhouse. Let me tell you about this joint. When you walk in, there's a waiting area, as all restaurants have. But this waiting area has an enormous barrel filled with peanuts. Oh, and the point is to throw the shells on the floor. I had a difficult time with this, but quickly found it was so convenient not to have to find a garbage can. Just throw everything on the floor. But it's not just in the waiting area. The floor of the entire restaurant was littered with peanut shells. Why you ask? Because each and every table had its own little bucket of peanuts. There are beer signs everywhere, they only play country music over the speakers, and NASCAR and basketball were on every TV. There was teased hair and a lot of tight jeans. And if I were 21, I'd go every weekend. When the waiters came out with my complimentary ice cream, they were beating the inside of a petal pale with a wooden spoon and gave me a "yee-haw!" rather than sing happy birthday. 13 people from my floor came, and they sang happy birthday to me once the waiters left. It was glorious.
Once back at the ranch, we got all dolled up again and prepared to head out for a second night of drunken debauchery. Well, since it was now my actual birthday, the girls on my floor told me I had to wear this tiara. That's not quite my style, but I allowed it. And then the makeup came. Now, I'm aware that I put on more makeup than a lot of girls, but I do attempt to make it look natural by using browns and other natural shades. Well, Megan and her friend Jessica (who was one of the girls visiting), are into the whole colored eye shadow thing. Thing is, they can pull it off. I can't. I was looking through the pictures later and it's so embarrassing. I look like a clown. Get ready to howl with laughter. It's awful. I'd considered taking off the tiara soon after arriving at TGs (the frat house we partied at), but the girls wouldn't let me. And granted I wanted everyone there to know it was my birthday. Thing is, no one asked me why I was wearing stage makeup or a crown. It's not uncommon for really strange people, some of them homeless, to attend Chico State parties. But I thought I’d get some questions. Nope. I’m officially an embarrassing nut job and I can’t believe I went out looking the way I did. I almost don’t want to post these pictures.
The keg was dry when we showed up at TGs, so thankfully I’d brought Jack and Pepsi in a water bottle to tie me over. Once I finished that, Jessica and Jasmine (Megan’s two friends) and I went to the house next door to TGs where some guy said there were a bunch of kegs. We got cups and headed out back. I did my first beer bong (I know, a little late in the game to have only just tried that) and continued to fill my cup, getting thoroughly smashed. The rest of the night involved dancing back at TGs (they had a DJ), then walking around town, peeing at the train station, talking to people in the Franky’s parking lot and taking shots from random basketball players we met on the sidewalk, and somehow eventually coming back home to pass out again. No puking this time though.
I wondered how this birthday would turn out. I celebrated it with people I haven’t known for even a full year. But I was shocked at how much effort my roommates put into decorating our room and people I don’t known all that well from other floors wishing me happy birthday all day including RAs. And I didn’t need to organize dinner because everyone else was so excited about it. Amazing. Completely wonderful and amazing. And all I could do was grin from all the phone calls, cards, text messages and FaceBook messages I got from people. I rang in my 20’s with style (tiara and all).
These are my two roommates who I'll be living with again next year: Jessi and Megan
The above photos are all from Friday night, and the ones below are from dinner at Logan's Roadhouse and partying afterwards Saturday night
With a face like that, where's the circus?
I never posted any pictures from my Boston trip, so have a look
This is Adam trying to cuddle with Steve
St. Patty's celebration waits in the fridge
Hell, while we're at it, here are some other random ones
tanning with my roommates on the first warm day this spring
view from my lobby (I live on the 7th floor)
my roommates in the kitchen of our next-year apartment
two angles of the living room (model apartment)
Let's talk about what I did for my birthday. I'm rather vain so I decided long before hand that I would milk this thing till it was dry as a rock. Translation: my birthday lasted from Friday night to early Sunday morning. I was convinced the entire weekend was May 7th, so help me God. My roommate's two best friends from home came up for the whole weekend which was rockin’. So Friday night after going out to dinner we came back to our room to pre-party. We changed and put on makeup and the whole shebang. Then Megan (my roommate) asked me if I wanted my present a little early. Heck yes I did. I screamed with glee when she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. She knows the way to my heart.
Whiskey has a way of messing with my mental clarity. Say what? So I'm not sure how we got there or what we did before we showed up, but eventually me, my two roommates, the visiting friends, and some other guys from our floor arrived at this apartment pretty far from campus. There were people all over the lawn and lining the outside stair case which led to the second story apartment. Once inside we discovered half our floor was there. I made my way to the balcony where the keg was. I don't know how long we were at this party. I remember dropping my camera and breaking it. I remember chugging my beer while standing on the table and everyone in the apartment counting down the seconds until midnight when it was actually my birthday. Then some girls I know told me to take off my shirt. I have no problem getting naked when I'm drunk so I was about to until my roommates and one of the boys on my floor pulled me off the table. Good thinking on their part. I thank them in retrospect. There was a homeless man partying with us and people were doing lines in the bathroom. It all seemed fine while I was there, but it was in fact a rather sketch party. Somehow I got home and passed out in bed after puking for a half hour. I woke up Saturday morning to streamers hanging from the ceiling all around my bed, balloons taped to the walls and littering the floor as well and a huge sign covering the window in our lobby and a sign saying happy birthday running down the wall next to my desk. It was very exciting. Very exciting. Once everyone woke up, we (me, my two roommates and two visiting friends) went out to breakfast at this great bagel shop downtown and then went shopping. Once we got back to the dorm we laid around and slept and watched movies.
About a week before, we'd planned to go out to dinner with a bunch of people from the floor Saturday night. So Megan started calling around to make reservations. Silly Chico has a bunch of high schools and there were three proms going on Saturday night. We wanted reservations at Olive Garden, but they don't take reservations and we were told there would be a mighty wait due to the proms. Well folks, that's Chico: Olive Garden for Prom dinner. Applebees was expecting a wait as well. We held out for awhile and then finally left at 7:30 after deciding on Logan's Roadhouse. Let me tell you about this joint. When you walk in, there's a waiting area, as all restaurants have. But this waiting area has an enormous barrel filled with peanuts. Oh, and the point is to throw the shells on the floor. I had a difficult time with this, but quickly found it was so convenient not to have to find a garbage can. Just throw everything on the floor. But it's not just in the waiting area. The floor of the entire restaurant was littered with peanut shells. Why you ask? Because each and every table had its own little bucket of peanuts. There are beer signs everywhere, they only play country music over the speakers, and NASCAR and basketball were on every TV. There was teased hair and a lot of tight jeans. And if I were 21, I'd go every weekend. When the waiters came out with my complimentary ice cream, they were beating the inside of a petal pale with a wooden spoon and gave me a "yee-haw!" rather than sing happy birthday. 13 people from my floor came, and they sang happy birthday to me once the waiters left. It was glorious.
Once back at the ranch, we got all dolled up again and prepared to head out for a second night of drunken debauchery. Well, since it was now my actual birthday, the girls on my floor told me I had to wear this tiara. That's not quite my style, but I allowed it. And then the makeup came. Now, I'm aware that I put on more makeup than a lot of girls, but I do attempt to make it look natural by using browns and other natural shades. Well, Megan and her friend Jessica (who was one of the girls visiting), are into the whole colored eye shadow thing. Thing is, they can pull it off. I can't. I was looking through the pictures later and it's so embarrassing. I look like a clown. Get ready to howl with laughter. It's awful. I'd considered taking off the tiara soon after arriving at TGs (the frat house we partied at), but the girls wouldn't let me. And granted I wanted everyone there to know it was my birthday. Thing is, no one asked me why I was wearing stage makeup or a crown. It's not uncommon for really strange people, some of them homeless, to attend Chico State parties. But I thought I’d get some questions. Nope. I’m officially an embarrassing nut job and I can’t believe I went out looking the way I did. I almost don’t want to post these pictures.
The keg was dry when we showed up at TGs, so thankfully I’d brought Jack and Pepsi in a water bottle to tie me over. Once I finished that, Jessica and Jasmine (Megan’s two friends) and I went to the house next door to TGs where some guy said there were a bunch of kegs. We got cups and headed out back. I did my first beer bong (I know, a little late in the game to have only just tried that) and continued to fill my cup, getting thoroughly smashed. The rest of the night involved dancing back at TGs (they had a DJ), then walking around town, peeing at the train station, talking to people in the Franky’s parking lot and taking shots from random basketball players we met on the sidewalk, and somehow eventually coming back home to pass out again. No puking this time though.
I wondered how this birthday would turn out. I celebrated it with people I haven’t known for even a full year. But I was shocked at how much effort my roommates put into decorating our room and people I don’t known all that well from other floors wishing me happy birthday all day including RAs. And I didn’t need to organize dinner because everyone else was so excited about it. Amazing. Completely wonderful and amazing. And all I could do was grin from all the phone calls, cards, text messages and FaceBook messages I got from people. I rang in my 20’s with style (tiara and all).
These are my two roommates who I'll be living with again next year: Jessi and Megan
The above photos are all from Friday night, and the ones below are from dinner at Logan's Roadhouse and partying afterwards Saturday night
With a face like that, where's the circus?
I never posted any pictures from my Boston trip, so have a look
This is Adam trying to cuddle with Steve
St. Patty's celebration waits in the fridge
Hell, while we're at it, here are some other random ones
tanning with my roommates on the first warm day this spring
view from my lobby (I live on the 7th floor)
my roommates in the kitchen of our next-year apartment
two angles of the living room (model apartment)