I'm 21 and fabulous!

So one week ago was my birthday.  Technically I've been 21 for one week!  Haha, but I've only utilized it once.  Anyways, my birthday shindig.  I spent the morning babysitting for a friend, and then came home that night, and the absolute first thing we (and by we, I mean myself, Thomas, his friend Dustin, and Shay) did was hit up a liquor store.  It was incredibly overwhelming (and my naive little self found out that "top shelf liquor" really means that it's on the actual top shelf in the store) and not as much fun as I thought it would be.  Go figure.  So we run several errands and eventually end up back at my apartment where they had hung my piñata!  And let me tell you, that thing was HARD to pulverize.  I eventually took a hammer to it and dumped it all out on the ground.



Yes, it is a high heel with cheetah spots<3







The fillings - 21 mini botles!



We gathered everything together, and finally at 8pm we were ready to leave.  Of course, I had to get dressed and look all cute and put-together, if only to get sloppy drunk later.



Ignore the underneath of my eyes plz. Cute tiara!



For the past week, we'd had no idea how we were going to get there.  It was either Dustin's truck (which, it poured, so that wasn't going to work) or Shay drive my 5-speed car, which was also not a great idea.  Well, Thomas's parents gave me a great birthday surprise - they let us use his mom's Yukon to drive to Broadway at the Beach to party it up for my birthday!  The only rule was no alcohol in the truck, but haha, do you really think we listened?  No ma'am.

So we pile in the "bus" to go get Prinston.  He lived all the way out in the freaking sticks.  It was so bad he didn't have cell service, so we kept calling his house to get directions to his house.  We probably pissed his mom off, but whatever.  We drove by his house three times before he finally got smart and came outside to meet us.  We got him a mini bottle or two and made our way to Mellow Mushroom - which has fabulous pizza if you've never had it.  Great birthday dinner, yum!  Oh, and Prinston refused to take a normal picture.  Every picture I have of him from that night looks like the below.



I happen to think they're adorable :] 

 We all piled back into the yukon and drove right across the street to Broadway at the Beach.  And holy shit, it was PACKEDDD with people.  We had totally forgotten that spring break started the same weekend as my birthday.  So everything was insane, coupled with outrageous covers at clubs ($10 to get in if you're 21?! I've never even paid that much being underage!).  We stopped at Fat Tuesday's first, for one of their frozen drinks.  I got a Cat 5 Hurricane, which was supposed to be Bacardi 151 and fruit punch slush, and it was NASTY.  The rum overpowered everything about that drink, it was unbearable.  I threw away at least half of it.  We finally left there after standing around outside for at least thirty minutes, just drinking and not even really talking.



The nasty drink :[ boo!

 


Shay trying to get rid of the nastiness :[



 Shay and I had to pee really badly, so we went to Broadway Louie's, which is part bar, part arcade, part karaoke lounge.  We had to pull out our IDs immediately, and we were kinda "WTF? We just have to pee..." but whatever.  We did our business and then went to the bar while the boys sat around playing games.  Guess what?  When I ordered a long island, they ID'd me at the bar AGAIN.  So what was the point of IDing upon entrance?  No idea.  But either way, that long island was a sweet and sour disappointment.  It had maybe half a teaspoon of coke in it.  Gross!  But I took it all like a champ.  Dustin ordered me a black&blue shot (my favorite!  I'm a blue curacao girl, hands down), Mike ordered half a Wild Turkey: American Honey (which is NASTAY warm btw, and the other half went to Thomas), and I ordered another black&blue and a jager shot for myself.  So needless to say, at this point I was feeling pretty good.




I can't remember if I was drunk or sober here... I'm inclined to say sober.



There was a girl walking around with these giant looking plastic syringes, and I was all sorts of excited about what they were, but she was extremely standoffish.  Apparently Thomas stopped her when he was on the other side of the bar and bought one for me - it was a jello shot!  And she handed me a grape one, yum!  Well, almost yum.  It was made with bottom shelf liquor for sure, the burn from that thing damn!  So I decided I was ready to go dancing, and Shay and I made it over to Señor Frogs to ask about cover.  It was $10 there, and $10 at Club Boca, but Boca had no wait.  Can you guess where we went?  The guy at the door checked my ID, smiled, and told me Happy Birthday and that he had me.  I didn't have to pay the cover!  Everyone else did, and I kinda felt bad, but hey, being the birthday girl definitely has its perks!




Woah lots of people!  This was the dancefloor!



When we got there, apparently Prinston knew someone, so he went off with his boy, while we found this super cool, super awesome stage thingy off to the right, where we could dance like nobody's business and not have to worry about anyone grinding up on us.  I was definitely drunk at this point, and dancing my little white girl heart out.  Thomas left the stage to go get a beer and a drink for me - he surprised me with a cranberry & vodka!  Yum, I definitely think I have a new favorite bar drink.  We stayed at Boca until about 1:30AM.  At that point, Dustin had told us he was going home with Mike, and Prinston decided to stay out and then go home with his boy.  So it was just Shay, Thomas, and myself.  The three musketeers of sorts.



Yep, both wasted.  Good birthday!



The ride home was interesting.  I remember being extremely drunk, blurting out anything that I thought of to say, and then being super self conscious that I was being too loud or too annoying or too anything hahaha.  Shay assured me that it was okay, I was super drunk, it was my birthday, and I was still allowed to be annoying and loud ha.  Finally we made it home with some McDonalds in hand (which, reflecting back, was not a good idea to eat afterward, but hey, what can I say, it was tasty) and I passed out, only to be woken up by my alarm at 8:30 the next morning!  To drive to Wilmington!  Ugh.  (more on my Wilmington adventure later, I promise!)



Drunk trying to look cute face!  Bahaha.



Oh well, fuck it, I had an amazing time on an amazing birthday - what more could a girl ask for?