Today's the day I've been dreading for the past, oh, six or so years. My 30th birthday. I know it's all in my head, I shouldn't be so upset and depressed about it, yeah I get it. But it's just something I've been pretty much stressing over for quite some time now.
Friday night my friend Kristin and I went to dinner and to a bar for some drinks. Apparently, I couldn't handle my liquor because I puked at the bar, outside on the deck. It was super classy. The only thing I can come up with is that I shouldn't have downed the margaritas at dinner, because I had my normal amount of alcohol, the only different variable was the margaritas. So, sorry, Rita, you and I will no longer be friendly acquaintances. You too, tequila. Those relationships are O-V-E-R. Some nice guy at the bar saw me puking and dragged over a trash can for me. Thanks, random stranger. Mucho appreciated. Kristin quickly called a cab and we went home. By that time, I was feeling much better, so when we got back we started drinking beers again. Puke 'n rally, bitches! We stayed up till about 4 drinking and dancing to rap music in our bikinis (no, I don't know why). It was, minus the ralfing at the bar, a good night with my bestie I haven't seen in a while.
Saturday when I woke up I drove out to my brother's place. The original plan was for us to go to a friend's house and BBQ and swim in her pool all day, but Mother Nature had a different plan and the torrential rain prevented us from doing that. Ended up just hanging out with my bro and Stephanie at his place, then that evening we went to the Magnolia Music Fest and saw a Texas Country singer, Cory Morrow. It was a good time, although I was still kind of hurting from the previous night's brou-ha-ha. The festival had a bunch of food booths and some small rides and stuff, but by far the coolest thing was the white tigers they had. Yes, REAL white tigers. We paid $3 each to go see them, and ended up going back about 5 or 6 more times throughout the night. Steph and I even got to feed the daddy tiger. There was also a mom tiger who had given birth to two cubs the morning before, and they were so friggin cute.
So that was my birthday celebration. This weekend my friends are throwing a crawfish boil in honor of my birthday and one of my friend's as well. Should be a great time.
Today, I took the day off work and pretty much laid in bed all day. That's just about all I wanted to do. Finally around 5ish I said fuck it and got up and took the kiddo and I out to eat for my birthday. Nobody else was gonna take me, and I'll be damned if I'm going to sit at home and cook hot dogs on my big 3-0. It made my day better when I checked my facebook and had like 60 new notifications, all of my friends wishing me a happy day. The one thing that's really upsetting me is the person who's supposed to be my best friend never called or even texted me. As I'm writing this, it's 8:37, so if she calls later I'll delete this part, but I'd place a large sum of money as a bet that she won't. We got in what I thought was a small disagreement, but it's been two weeks now and we haven't spoken. I just would think that whatever issues there were, she knows how I've been down in the dumps about this birthday, and I made a huge effort to make hers memorable, so I would assume she'd put away the angriness and call a truce just to say Happy Birthday. But I guess that's not important to her right now. It really hurts, and is what has been in the back of my mind all day. I just never thought a best friend would act this way, but I've been wrong before...