Sunday, May 20, 2012


Yesterday was my birthday.

I decided that even though it was in the middle of finals I couldn't just not do something like I usually do.  That would be too depressing.  So I invited a few people over last night to hang out, figuring we'd play charades or just sit around and talk.

That's kind of what happened.

I went to the store and when I got back I found Oose walking into my complex from the street.  I wasn't supposed to see her until Thursday.  From that point on I didn't care how many people showed up or what happened, I was just happy to see my sister again.

Thanks to Oose and my amazing roommate, Toto, there was a pretty good amount of liquor.  Actually, surveying the damage today, there's liquor with origins completely unknown.

By the time other people arrived, Oose and I had both already had a couple of drinks.

At some point more than half (actually, probably close to all of) the music fraternity from my university showed up.  From there things are a little blurry.  I remember pretty much everything, but I only know what was going on in the room I currently occupied.  I guess that sort of the way with parties.  Even parties that aren't supposed to be parties.

All the signs that show people had a good time at your house were present when I got up this morning:

I found at least two articles of clothing that don't belong to anyone still in the house.
Cups and plates occupied pretty much every surface possible.  Even my piano.
My bedroom floor is covered with playing cards.
One empty beer bottle sat inexplicably in the middle of my back patio next to an almost empty (but open) bag of chips.
I wasn't sure who was going to be on my couch when I woke.

I know these things (based on evidence and some memories):

At some point someone left to get McDonalds french fries.
I managed to blow out all the candles on my cake (Boston cream pie) in one breath (because being a singer rocks).
I had an allergic reaction to something in the grass in my backyard and ended up with small cuts all over my knees that became itchy and swollen, but hurt like hell if I actually scratch them.
I wore a tutu and sometime around 11:30 I decided to put on my pink wig and wear that for a while.
Oose dressed to match me because we do that.
And every single cup in our cupboard was used.  Even the mugs.

Above everything else I know this:  I have the best friends in the world.


  1. I am so glad you had fun. It was bumming me out that you might just study and wallow through your birthday!

    Too bad there are not pictures of this pink wig nonsense! :D