another day older

It was my birthday yesterday. I'm 22 now. Old.

The Boy came to London for some celebrations. First time meeting my family and he stayed ALONE with them while I left for my soccer game. Cutest thing I've seen in a long time...Boy came walking up with one of my nephews on his shoulders. Really, really cute.

After drinking a mixed drink and having 2 shots, we drunkenly walked to Brass Door. In the bar, I met up with Jos who had lovingly made me a birthday gift that I loved showing to people...even strangers. It embarassed her and made her uncomfortable. The gift was the drunkest picture of the two of us in a frame that she decorated herself. Very nice. My friends did a lot of nice things for me...Medini sang and played a song during which he proposed.

I'm not sure how much I drank but I didn't stop after I got to the bar. I remember telling the bartender about how drunk I was and then following it up with..."but you should still definitely serve me....I'm drunk, but serve me!" The last thing i remember is hearing Dr. Mario coming from Sarah's TV and throwing up into a pink garbage can. So hot. Glad the boyfriend wasn't there to see that one...