Finally 30

I found myself embracing my thirty birthday with open arms. I don't know if it had to do with the fact that age is just a number or that I am older and wiser. Actually, I think it was me knowing there was a three week celebration in order!

I was surrounded by all of my friends and as many drinks as I could handle. We were a few hours into the party when a text came from Jew Boy, asking if I was out for the night. Oh how bad I wanted to respond, but couldn't because I was with The Big X. Irony.

I had consumed enough beer for two people, but at one o'clock decided I was not drunk enough for My Birthday. So, I promptly moved to the bar and ordered a martini. I don't drink martinis or even like them for that matter, so I have no explanation other than it was my birthday.

During the last hour, I consumed three of these terrible drinks. Don't remember much after that, including telling all of my lovely guests thanks for coming. I was told the next day that I peed on someones porch on the way to the car. I am unsure what would propel me to commit such an offense. Oh right, The Martinis! Happy 30th Birthday To Me!