It's been a week and one day since I turned 22, and I think it's suiting me quite nicely. Before I go into introspection and the like (which I seem to enjoy doing), I'll tell you about my little birthday party.
I had my party at my favorite restaurant/bar here in Portland. I'd made reservations a few weeks in advance, and so everything was set. I had no idea, though, how many people were going to show up. I knew for sure a few people that were going to come, but I didn't know anything outside of that. Since Josef (the boyfriend) had to work that night, he wouldn't be able to be with me at the party until later that evening, so I was going to go by myself. Of course, since I'd be having a cocktail or two, I didn't want to drive downtown, so I decided to take the bus.
When I got there a few minutes early, things were all set up, and I was very excited. I decided that before people started coming, I needed to have a drink by myself to calm down and get ready for the socializing that was to ensue. Since it was a Tuesday night, I'd prepared myself for the fact that people weren't going to be able to come, being that it was in the middle of a work week. So I think that for that night, I had very reasonable expectations with respect to party turn-out.
Well into my first drink, somebody who I didn't expect was going to show up appeared. It's not that I dislike him or anything, I just didn't think he was going to want to take the time to come. But sure enough, he did, and we started talking. Before too long, we were joined by more and more people. It's interesting what a birthday party will do, at least for me. For example, last year, I saw a lot of people that I hadn't seen in a very long time, and that was so heartwarming that they decided to come. This year was the same thing. I saw some people that I hadn't seen in a couple years; they caught wind of my party via mutual friends, and decided to come and surprise me.
I valiently tried to pace myself during the evening, but I couldn't seem to do it. I mean after all, I hadn't been out for a while because I've been poor, and I hadn't been drinking for a while because I've been poor and sick. People just kept on offering to buy me drinks, and never being one to reject a gift, I started going at a pace that was to ensure my inebriation.
Some time later, I was happily tipsy and felt no pain (isn't that a great feeling?). More people had shown up, and the count was about 25 people that had shown up through the course of the evening. I even got a free psychic reading for my birthday. :) My straight friends seemed to all show up at the end of the evening, which was fine, and they all wanted to buy me drinks. So it was like I had two parties that night!!!
And a few of my friends, bless their hearts, went and got me gifts. Many brought cards, as well. Of course, I never expect gifts, because I know that friends are some of the best gifts life can give. But when I do get them, it's always a nice treat. Perhaps the gift that had me the MOST delighted came from my ex and his new boyfriend. My ex, being an alcohol expert like myself, was thoughtful enough to buy me a flask, so that I could have instant relief where ever I am! I thought it was a very thoughtful gift, don't you? :)
That pretty much does it for my drunken birthday party for 2004. I had a good time and people were really nice to buy me drinks and food and the like. It makes me remember that friends are always all around me, and that I don't need a social event to call upon them in times of need. It's really easy to take their presence for granted, so an event like this always makes me not do that as much.
It's December 1st, and it's Momma's official day to start playing Christmas/Holiday music non-stop until January! I'm SOOOOOOOOOO excited, because I love holiday music! Yay!!!! I hope you all have a good rest of the week, and we'll see when I decide to write next. As always, you all behave and be nice, so you don't turn out like me. ;)