My birthday had the potential to be pretty disasterous. I am really stressed out about this move. I am having some serious separation anxiety over leaving some amazing friends behind. Then there is this fucking girl...
So my birthday could have been terrible, but ended up being fantastic. When it turned midnight and officially became my birthday, I was half naked, and dancing my ass off at my friend Rooney's place. We tend to have "Naked Dance Parties" pretty frequently. What can I say? We like to dance, and we like to drink, and it gets hot, and people get irresponsible. It was a very nice start to my birthday.
The next day, Rooney and I got up at about 11am and clean ed the appartment up a little. Then a group of my friends took me out to lunch at the Indian buffet. Them injuns must have birthday radar, because the buffet was fucking perfect. It had everything that I wanted just sitting waiting for me. Needless to say there was much feasting. One of my favorite things is sharing meals with friends. I just really love the whole communal aspect of it. I dunno, I guess I'm not explaining it well. But I'm a fan.
After lunch, we hit up some garage sales, and headed back to the cafe. Molly's fam owns the place, and most of my friends work there, and or live in the appartments upstairs, so it is pretty much our base of opperations. The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging around the cafe. I wandered off for a few minutes with my friend Paulie to have a birthday boilermaker(shot and a beer) at a local watering hole. But we didn't really do much else, until the cafe closed at 5pm.
Once Ken was done closing, a big group of us went to some sweet trails outside of town, and went hiking for a few hours, It was beautiful. We did manage to get a little lost, because none of us really wanted to stay on the manecured trails, and we kept wandering off on little side trails. By the time we got back to the truck it was pretty dark out.
On the way home we stopped at the grocery store for some supplies, and then when we got back, I cooked dinner for everyone. I know it was my birthday, but I really love cooking for people. I made some pretty fucking good Manicotti Florentine.
It was a fantastic day.
So my birthday could have been terrible, but ended up being fantastic. When it turned midnight and officially became my birthday, I was half naked, and dancing my ass off at my friend Rooney's place. We tend to have "Naked Dance Parties" pretty frequently. What can I say? We like to dance, and we like to drink, and it gets hot, and people get irresponsible. It was a very nice start to my birthday.
The next day, Rooney and I got up at about 11am and clean ed the appartment up a little. Then a group of my friends took me out to lunch at the Indian buffet. Them injuns must have birthday radar, because the buffet was fucking perfect. It had everything that I wanted just sitting waiting for me. Needless to say there was much feasting. One of my favorite things is sharing meals with friends. I just really love the whole communal aspect of it. I dunno, I guess I'm not explaining it well. But I'm a fan.
After lunch, we hit up some garage sales, and headed back to the cafe. Molly's fam owns the place, and most of my friends work there, and or live in the appartments upstairs, so it is pretty much our base of opperations. The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging around the cafe. I wandered off for a few minutes with my friend Paulie to have a birthday boilermaker(shot and a beer) at a local watering hole. But we didn't really do much else, until the cafe closed at 5pm.
Once Ken was done closing, a big group of us went to some sweet trails outside of town, and went hiking for a few hours, It was beautiful. We did manage to get a little lost, because none of us really wanted to stay on the manecured trails, and we kept wandering off on little side trails. By the time we got back to the truck it was pretty dark out.
On the way home we stopped at the grocery store for some supplies, and then when we got back, I cooked dinner for everyone. I know it was my birthday, but I really love cooking for people. I made some pretty fucking good Manicotti Florentine.
It was a fantastic day.
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