A Quarter of a Century….

Damn.

I’m twenty-five today and already I feel older and wiser. Older, because I’m utterly exhausted and wiser, because I learned a valuable lesson Wednesday night. Namely, that if you play a show the week of your birthday, don’t a) let your friends buy you drinks and b) don’t let the bartender know that it’s almost your birthday.

Between my friend Tammy and the bartender, I managed to get myself nicely shitfaced. Luckily, I have a personal rule of no alcohol before I go on-stage. So, nobody was forced to listen to me singing drunkenly off-key. Well, Kristian was forced to listen to me singing along to “Men at Work” in the car on the way home… but he loves me so I think that was ok.

My first drink of the night was a blackberry margarita. Mmm. Then the bartender asked me what I wanted next and I said “surprise me.” She asked me for an alcohol (rum) and a flavor (more tart than sweet). She then brought me back a drink that can only be described as tasting like “blue, with a little bit of purple.” My next drink tasted like “green, with a lot of tequila.” That was it for me, but I sure made the most of it.

For the record, I was never out of control. I was just very, very, very happy. Also, when the guy who was headlining asked if there were any requests… I just might have yelled “Freebird!” Ummm… several times. Also, there is the above mentioned “singing ‘Land Down Under’ at the top of my lungs” incident.

In other birthday related news, I have the best friends and boyfriend that a girl could ever ask for. I have no idea what we’re doing tonight, but they’ve all been conspiring. I’m sure that whatever it is, it will be a blast. Also, the fact that they’re surprising me means that, for the first time since I was a lot younger, I was actually excited for my birthday this year.

Of course, if there is no birthday party, then that means that my best friend and my boyfriend have been sneaking around on me. Because, she keeps calling his phone and then he sneaks out of the room. If that’s the case then back of woman. Kristian is the best thing to happen to me in a really, really long ass time. Also, I know where you live.

But, seriously, this has been one of the best birthdays ever, and I’m only about 10 hours into it.