The Birthday Bash

Well, the birthday bash on Saturday night was crazy indeed. After watching college football all day, the festivities began. It started out with me and about 8 people dining at the wonderful establishment of Chili's Restaurant, God forbid. I had a couple El Presidente Margaritas and a Long Island Top Shelf there. After that, my friend Meda and I hit a couple of bars before coming back to my house. On the way to the first bar, I had this drunk guy give me a nice fender bender in the parking lot which royally sucked but since it was my birthday I just let it go. I think he was underage and paranoid so I gave him some grace. Once we got a thorough buzz going (Bacardi 151 will certainly do that), she brought me back to my place to be greeted by a dozen more people who had already decorated my apartment. They proceeded to baptize me with confetti and other random things. There were balloons and ribbons all over the place. They then gave me the cake with those damn candles you can't blow out which was a rather frustrating experience. I then decided I didn't want a whole piece so I just picked up the entire cake and took a massive bite out of the side of it. I'm not sure why but I don't think many people ate cake that night.

Well, the music started playing and the drinks started flowing and before too long, girls were dancing on chairs, some people were sitting on balloons and popping them on my kitchen floor, others were playing drunken Scattergories, even others were lighting sparklers and throwing them in my back yard (and then there was me trying to put it out and thereby catching my jeans on fire). Yeah, crazy stuff. Beer, screwdrivers, Captain and cokes, shots of Wild Turkey...that'll do it. At some point, it was pinata time and me and couple of others were trying to break open the pinata hanging off my back deck from a leather belt. Well, I was drunk and got a little impatient so instead of beating the pinata I just took the end of the broom and stabbed it and ripped the bitch open. A massive amount of candy spilled out and I think about 80% of it was still in my back yard the next day. So, yeah, it was definitely good times.

The party lasted until like 5 a.m. which to me seemed like 1 a.m. because I had absolutely no sense of time. I always learn more things from my friends the next day because I don't always remember certain events and some of the stories I heard were pretty hilarious. You see, here's what happens when the walrus gets blitzed. First, he talks...and then he talks some more...and then he'll pause and keep talking... Or so I hear. I have been known to gather a small crowd of drunken listeners before to hear my drunken ramblings. Overall, I think everyone had a good time. And then there was the next day of course when I had to clean up more confetti than can even be imagined and my kitchen floor looked like a football team had run through it.

Well, there you go. It had been a long good while since I had partied that hard so I figured I would share a good bar story with you. Hope all is well. Later.