My birthday and my booty.

My annual birthday get-together was pretty fun last night. Honestly, tamer than I expected, but awesome nonetheless!

Started off at Keely's place. Had a few beers and some shots. Left her place drunk and tumbled down a hill, stayed on the ground laughing my butt off and waving my feet in the air. Classy, I know.

Met some friends at the bar! Most of my friends bailed on me at the last minute but oh well because the ones that did show up were awesome! :)

Danced bunches at the bar but it ended far too soon. Spent over $40 on alcohol. The fuck?! Yeah, I never spend that much on alcohol. Especially after pre-gaming.

Befriended two strangers on the street named Jack and Kyle. Jack gave me his number. And then when I couldn't walk anymore because I was drunk, I sat on a sidewalk and Jack called me. We had a drunken conversation.

I was so wasted that I nearly passed out while waiting for my vegan cheesesteak at a cheesesteak place. Then I nearly passed out on a park bench. And then I found my friend's car on the way up a hill and I begged him to let me sleep in it. He basically pulled me out of his car and dragged me up to Keely's place.

Then I passed out on her couch.

How do I never get a hangover?! I don't get it. I mean, it's a good thing. But I'm like.. 5 feet tall and 120 pounds (most of those 120 pounds are in my Puerto Rican booty). Wait.. maybe my booty soaks up the alcohol and that's why I don't get sick.

Oh my god am I really typing this shit? I'm gonna go back to bed.