Birthday Snapshots

My birthday toast with Fida Aziz (an old junior high friend who has the same birthday,) was interesting... Sex on the Beach shots from a bartender at Macaroni Grill who hadn't made (had?) Sex on the Beach in awhile.

My lovely calendar from Tom. (Chip-en-Dale.)

The pj's from Denise that I ended up wearing much later in the evening and obsessing over the bow on the front of the shirt.

The card from Bradley that he demanded I opened first, so that in the off-chance I received a duplicate card his would be the original.

Birthday cake that was the size of a large sandwich.

Pat's amazement over Tom's GPS system in his new car.

The boots. (The heels....)

The shot that took me half an hour to actually do, that surprisingly made it down my throat and not into my cleavage.

Dancing... with Tom. With Kristin. And with Tom, Kris, and Pat. (Minus holy spirit room on all occasions.)

Almost going into the guys bathroom with Kris.

Not knowing who RP was... and being upset that some random guy would be sitting on "our" couch in the Velvet Dog and not belong in "our" group, even though it was quite obvious to everyone but the (getting very) drunk me that he actually was part of "our" group and belonged to Jenny B. (Who did say hi to me, but I don't remember that very clearly.)

Falling asleep (almost passing out) on Tom's shoulder in the bar, and waking up to concerned friends and the awful feeling of nausea.

Trying to walk to the car in the boots.

Trying to be quiet and professional in the hotel lobby and failing miserably as a drunk Kris points out the lovely Christmas trees, and I attempt loudly to "SHH" everyone.

Worrying about my wrap, not wanting it on the floor and making sure it wasn't lost.

Repeating numerous times: "I want this to be over." "I don't like this." "Is it over?" "Am I going to throw up?" "I don't like throwing up." "Is it over?" "TOM...." "I'm sorry."

Kris repeating after my complaints: (Me: "Is it over?") Kris: "Are we there yet?"

Wanting to put on my pj shirt but not getting undressed. (Tom asking me if he would have to undress me, and me being petulant and telling him that it's not like he hasn't seen it all before.)

Finally laying down and everyone falling asleep, only to be frequently woken up by loud snoring.

Whispering (loudly) to Tom that I was glad he didn't snore because I would have to kill him. (Only to be woken up later by him snoring.)

Pat telling me in the morning that I said to Tom: "I'm a bad girl when I drink. Remember the last time we did this?" Followed by me giggling.

Tom not telling me if I put any drunken moves on him.

Again going through the lobby attempting to act un-hungover, (or un-drunk,) and Kris dropping her corset in the middle of the lobby floor and not noticing she dropped it.

Finally getting home to realize that I had lost my wrap that I had been so concerned with losing.

Planning on never doing that again.

(It will be interesting to see what everyone else has to add, considering I don't remember great portions of the later evening.)

The End.