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Today is my birthday.

And it's kind of a big deal because now I'm legal drinking age ((really, all that means is I can buy my own booze and get into clubs and shit)).

I've been pretty excited and talking to my "friends" about it since last month.

And we were all supposed to go to the Monk last night to see a band and celebrate.

So yesterday I was at work and one of my "friends" stops by with her boyfriend. I was all "It's my birthday tomorrow!!! Yay!!! Are you excited for tonight?!" and they were confused "What's going on tonight?"

I tried to salvage some excitement and told them about going to see the band and they had nothing else planned so they agreed to come with me.
But we had to drive around and check out some of the other riding schools in the area first.
Then go home and get ready.

While I was getting ready, I called a few people to see if they were going to be there too.

"It's my birthday tomorrow!!!!"
"Oh. Well.... happy birthday then."
"Are you coming to the thing tonight?"
"Um.... I dunno.... maybe.... I have to see what else is going on."

Then one girl called me and wished me happy birthday right after I said "Hello?"

So I invited her to come with the rest of us and she had nothing planned so we all met up at my house and drove out to the Monk together.

There were like five people there and we didn't know them at all.
I just recognized two from last saturday.

Then a guy that we did know showed up.

We hugged and I asked "So did you come here for my birthday thing?" and he looked all confused "Uh... actually I just came to see the band.... but happy birthday!!!"

So the five of us sat around and ate nachos and drank coffee and laughed about the time the guy that "just came for the band" got stuck on a mountain in Greece.
((I was there, it was hilarious!!!))

Then we all left.

And there was a "pickup".

And spent a good party of the evening journalling about how I'm going to get completely fucked up today and have a chemical-induced happiness that will let me forget about all this shit.



This birthday was supposed to make up for last years because it was brutal.

Previous ones were, too.

I think I cried the last five years or so because my birthdays were similarly ruined by shitty people and I was left alone.



This year has been the second shitties birthday I've ever had.

Last year was the worst.

I had to write an exam in the morning.

The whole time I was doing that, my sister was helping one of our "friends" because she was detoxing really bad.

I met up with my sister after and we were both bummed out, so we walked down to this guy's place 'cause he had planned a party for me.

Nothing was going on yet so my sister and I decided to sample all the booze in the house to see what would be good for drinking later.

We were both good and shitfaced before noon.

Then we all walked to the park and blazed.

When we got back, my sister spent the afternoon throwing up.

I spend the afternoon drinking.

Then one other guy showed up and he's this really straightedge guy that freaks the fuck out of you even mention alcohol or drugs.

So we all spent the late afternoon trying to act sober.

Then my sister and I went home and I walked down the street to my bestest buddy's place.

He was sitting on an overturned recycling box in the driveway and had just thrown up seconds before I arrived.

So I spent the rest of the evening looking after him.

And drinking.

And I think maybe that was the night I had wicked alcohol poisoning and his mom had to drive me home.

But probably, that's actually the ending to a different story.



Anyway, this year is better.

Because I'm on my way to a good night's sleep.

And I'm alone so no one can fuck anything up.



Happy birthday to me.