First kiss of 2011, Check.
Getting stupidly drunk, Check; twice.
Let me start off this entry by saying today at 3:00pm, I was pretty much over my hangover. A hangover that concluded drinkng Saturday afternoon, to very early Monday morning. My birthday is a blur somewhere between those two days.
I have never had that much to drink in my life, let alone a single weekend. But if you want to talk about starting 21 off the right way, I'm pretty sure I accomplished that.
Saturday, I went to lucnh with my family. I had a wonderful Lemon Drop and Rasberry Martini, and about half a Mai-Tai. That right there is enough to get my skin flushed and my motor skills a little wonky. A few hours later, I was playing beer pong for the first time at my friend's 23rd birthday. Twice. In quick succession and lost both times, lol.
I'm not a beer drinker. I'm not a drinker in general. I showed up at Randy's at 9pm, and I was pretty much drunk by 10:30.
And at midnight, everyone was shoving drinks in my hands, as it was officially my birthday.
That night, I'm pretty sure I consumed three or four miller lights, flower beer (have no idea what it was, but it digusting and tasted like roses?), a rum and coke, cranberry and vodka, some malibu and pineapple thing, coffee, and water. I honestly tried to temper the drinking with water, but eventually it just didn't matter anymore.
I remember snippets of the night: the lapdances, the beer pong, spending quality time with Alyssa and Mike and Kylie; Greg and Sam trying to see my chest and of course, my first kiss of the new year. It was from some random guy I'd never met... he was a good kisser though. And I had basically been attracted to him from the moment I got to Randy's, so it wasn't just being increidbly intoxicated. Of course, if I hadn't been, the kiss never would have happened.
All in all, I had a pretty awesome night. As far as I can remember.
Sunday was my day. I spent the first half with my mom, and then I spent it with my friends.
My frends and I did a dinner at a local restaurant, that also brews its own beers.
I have to say how impressed I was by all the people who came to celebrate with me-- there was no fighting, even though within the group there was past issues and dislikes (a lot of that, actually), some people were meeting for the first time, and our party was so big, that we had to be seated at two different tables. But everyone was loud and silly and generally having a great time.
Of course I was overwhelmed with love and appreciation for the people in my life. Sarah and Ronny were there, and they've been a part of my story since I was five. Brenda and Alyssa, my family. My brothers and sisters through words alone. The people who have recently come back into my life through trial, though we never stopped loving each other. And those who have never once left my side.
And when Brandon walked through the door and hugged me, I was just so happy. I remember seeing him approach through the glass door and thinking, "Brandon Lytle said he had work... what's he doing here?" He even wore a button down for the occasion. He's been having a hard time lately and for the last two weeks, I had been trying to convince him to come out-- he obviously needed it and I'm selfish. But as soon as he got there, he wrapped his arms around me and said, "Happy birthday, Molly; I'm already glad I'm out of the house."
The random assortment of friends I have, their dynamic personalities and senses of humor, the night wouldn't have been the same without them all. And honestly, every single person who came to dinner has shaped me in some way, big or small, and I am so thankful to have had such amazing teachers in life.
I'd have to say that I was pretty spoiled by everyone. Lots of hugs, lots of kisses, lots of love, and a ton of laughter, even presents which blew my mind. I got a crown, ballooons, and a little light up ring. It was all very sweet and thoughtful.
After dinner, some of us went back to Sean's house and drank.
The night is coming back in bits and pieces, I've been told by a few people what happened, and I woke up the next morning with a very vague understanding of the night's events. I do, however, have a phone full of gibberish text messages... and oh god, I'm so glad Sam took my phone from me.
Most of what happened, I'm not proud of. But I know that I've given the warning that when I drink I become fairly sexually aggressive. And if I wasn't enough of an open book already... well, fuck.
I'm trying very hard not to think of all I said and did, but yeah... not working.
I don't know. I'm not embarrassed, really. It happens. I'll learn as I go along-- my limit, how to keep my mouth shut, and how not to fall over. At least I didn't puke, right?
Never in a million years did I think I'd get so drunk, or that I would literally be hung over for days at a time. But I'm glad I got to experience it, and know that I'll probably do it again-- just not for a few weeks.
Of course, celebrating my birthday the way I did, has made me think about what I want for my upcoming year.
I want to kick ass in school, maintain and balance and allow friendships to flourish, all the normal stuff, I suppose; but also... you're only young once
When I'm an old woman, I'd like to look back on my life and know that I lived. Not regret all the chances I never took. I want to do the things I want while I'm young and have the chance, even if they're not morally sound or whatever.
I'm not explaining this right.
But I know what I'm saying.
Do you?
