Kat didn't come to my party until 1:30 a.m. - when she came she was WASTED beyond belief because she decided to do shots in NEW JERSEY instead with a bartender she thought was cute - then on train back - a random stranger offered her a bottle of Smirnoff Ice and dared her to swallow it in one gulp - which she promptly did and then she proudly claimed she began pole dancing on the train. (Does it seem RIDICULOUSLY unsafe to anyone but me to take a bottle of alcohol from a stranger on a train and gulp it down?) She arrived as we were all going home. She then got on the train with us, where she promptly started asking everyone on the train if THEY had any smirnoff ices and announced she was "So full of alcohol" and needed more or else her "buzz" would wear off. I mentioned she might not want to announce that to the entire train she started yelling at me about how she was 21 and old enough to make her own decisions. She then got off the train at her stop all mad.
Then the next day - my ACTUAL birthday - she said she had to do laundry and clean her room - instead of hanging out with me. Well - that is awesome.
Jean-Paul - insisted we all LEAVE the place I chose to have the party a nice quaint British artisinal cocktail and cheese platter type place - to get Japanese food - even though I told him I didn't want Japanese food and had eaten Japanese for lunch. If I had wanted to get a REAL meal - I would have gotten something OTHER than Chinese. In fact - I WANTED to get fondue - but Kat - who of course didn't come because she was busy getting trashed in Jersey - couldn't afford it - so I chose a place she could afford instead. Japanese is my HEALTHY food - not my "it's my birthday and I'll eat what I want to" food - GAH! Then - he didn't even come back to the apartment with me - he chose to go play a video game with his guy friend Alex instead. Then on MY actual birthday - Jean-Paul sat around and moped in his room.
On my ACTUAL birthday - Candace came over for Brunch - we decided to go to a nice brunch place up near me. We get there - and she says "you can cover me right? I'm broke." I told her - no - I'm broke too and it's my birthday - I'm not treating her to brunch on my birthday - if anything - isn't she supposed to treat me? Then - we get to my place - and she informs me (doesn't ask - informs) - "I"m taking one of your mirrors - you have too many - you don't need all of them and I do.' And I said - no! I like my mirrors! And she said - you don't need the one in the hall by the door. And I said - yes - I do. You're not taking my mirror! And she relunctantly said alright. WTF?
So basically - I'm less cool than some shots and a bottle of smirnoff ice, a video game, and a mirror. Wtf?
Then - people came over to sing - of course - our pianist Jean-Paul was moping in his room which make singing challenging. He finally moped out sad to be torn away form some computer video game with the word Starcraft in it...and played - and everyone got to sing their songs except for me - because the guy who played Tevye in our Fiddler production decided he had to every song I sang with me. WTF - it's my birthday! Don't I at least get to sing ONE song if everyone else is? I know I don't suck!
Oh yeah - and there were 4 gunshots heard outside my apartment - which was pretty awesome as well.
What made me happy was that Danielle treated me to a LOVELY dinner last night at a place I WOULD have chosen if I got to choose - so that was lovely.
I just wish I could take all the rest back.
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