Dirty Thirty!!
Happy Birthday to me Happy Birthday to me! bleh. Monday, July 15 was my 30th birthday and I was both excited and disheartened about it. The initial reasons are obvious but there's more to the story.
Ever since I turned 21 I have been an all out, fuck it all, drink 'till you can't walk kinda guy. I'm the kind of drinker that blacks out, drives home shitfaced and drunk texts all my friends, enemies, exgf's and even co-workers. It's cost me a brand new truck (totaled), 2 DUI's, friends, family and all forms of misery therein lies. All well deserved. Well eventually it would have to end. By choice or by death. It seems one drunken night I made a promise to my family that when I turned 30 I would give it all up, start being more responsible with my life and finances, go back to school and do something more with my life. I don't remember making this promise but everyone else does so after long consideration I decided it was time. The hangovers were getting so bad I felt like an old man anyway, plus, the savings account hadn't gone up in over a year. With all the money I had been making I could have already gone back to school without all the shame and guilt.
The final party!!
I had my birthday off at work and the day before as well. There's only one place to go in this situation. VEGAS!! I had to get it all out of my system! Otherwise I might talk myself into cheating my way around this whole thing. I had to get so fucked up I wouldn't even want to drink again. ...mission accomplished. It was too easy. I've never had so much drink, drugs n sex! Ok yes I have. But still! I definitely feel like I went out with the bang I needed. And the hangover for the 3 hour drive home. When I had got to work that day I got a look from my buddy as he nodded and chuckled. The look of "Vegas, baby!". Or maybe it was "Man this guy is still fucked up from last night." The only thing I regret is not taking any damn pictures!!
Time to grow up.
30 is the new 20! That's my excuse anyway. I paid my dues. Did my time. Had my fun. Made mistakes, memories, ...well not so many memories. It's mostly just one long blur and the parts I do remember I don't want to remember anymore. How did I not kill anyone? Or myself? How did I get away with so much shit? You know, the stupid things we do while we're drunk that seem hilarious at the time but later realize that someone minding their own business could have easily died. Someone with family or responsibilities that outweigh my own. ugh!
The future is uncertain but hopeful.
I'm in the process of getting all the documents in order to go back to school. Culinary school. The kind of school I wanted to attend in 2003 before my friend talked me into doing Massage Therapy. I hate paperwork. I love cooking. I'm tired of my job and I'm definitely not going to do it for the rest of my life. I'm going to finally do what I always wanted. If all goes well, I'll be in school by October. I'm hoping I meet a nice girl who likes to cook as much as I do. Or likes to be fed.
Here goes nothing.
Happy Birthday to me Happy Birthday to me! bleh. Monday, July 15 was my 30th birthday and I was both excited and disheartened about it. The initial reasons are obvious but there's more to the story.
Ever since I turned 21 I have been an all out, fuck it all, drink 'till you can't walk kinda guy. I'm the kind of drinker that blacks out, drives home shitfaced and drunk texts all my friends, enemies, exgf's and even co-workers. It's cost me a brand new truck (totaled), 2 DUI's, friends, family and all forms of misery therein lies. All well deserved. Well eventually it would have to end. By choice or by death. It seems one drunken night I made a promise to my family that when I turned 30 I would give it all up, start being more responsible with my life and finances, go back to school and do something more with my life. I don't remember making this promise but everyone else does so after long consideration I decided it was time. The hangovers were getting so bad I felt like an old man anyway, plus, the savings account hadn't gone up in over a year. With all the money I had been making I could have already gone back to school without all the shame and guilt.
The final party!!
I had my birthday off at work and the day before as well. There's only one place to go in this situation. VEGAS!! I had to get it all out of my system! Otherwise I might talk myself into cheating my way around this whole thing. I had to get so fucked up I wouldn't even want to drink again. ...mission accomplished. It was too easy. I've never had so much drink, drugs n sex! Ok yes I have. But still! I definitely feel like I went out with the bang I needed. And the hangover for the 3 hour drive home. When I had got to work that day I got a look from my buddy as he nodded and chuckled. The look of "Vegas, baby!". Or maybe it was "Man this guy is still fucked up from last night." The only thing I regret is not taking any damn pictures!!
Time to grow up.
30 is the new 20! That's my excuse anyway. I paid my dues. Did my time. Had my fun. Made mistakes, memories, ...well not so many memories. It's mostly just one long blur and the parts I do remember I don't want to remember anymore. How did I not kill anyone? Or myself? How did I get away with so much shit? You know, the stupid things we do while we're drunk that seem hilarious at the time but later realize that someone minding their own business could have easily died. Someone with family or responsibilities that outweigh my own. ugh!
The future is uncertain but hopeful.
I'm in the process of getting all the documents in order to go back to school. Culinary school. The kind of school I wanted to attend in 2003 before my friend talked me into doing Massage Therapy. I hate paperwork. I love cooking. I'm tired of my job and I'm definitely not going to do it for the rest of my life. I'm going to finally do what I always wanted. If all goes well, I'll be in school by October. I'm hoping I meet a nice girl who likes to cook as much as I do. Or likes to be fed.
Here goes nothing. 
sugary:
a little late to me, but happy birthday hahaha