Turning 29

I can still get away with pigtails, and for this I am very happy.

Had the 29th annual birthday bash last night at JP Warde's on Avenue A. I forgot how exhausting it is to have a birthday party. I wanted to be everywhere at once, talking to everyone at once. In the end, I felt like I didn't spend enough time with anyone. I did, however, have a smashing time. I have the best friends ever.

When my bedroom stopped spinning long enough for me to get up this morning, I noticed a bowl with a spoon in it on the table. Apparently, I ate something when I got home at...okay, I have no idea what time I got home, or how I got home. Damn that tequila. Anyway, I ate something, and I haven't the faintest idea what it was, but I bet it was gross. It's haunting me.