Let me preface this entire post by saying that June 9, 2011 was my 21st birthday. See, now you know why this weekend was just a wee bit cray cray. In the best way possible of course. The lovely Ariel knew it was my birthday and brought me a little present in the shape of a Disney Princess balloon.
See? I wasn't kidding. What a good blogger partner. Minus the fact that she took a picture of me when my hair looked that THAT. Oh so precious, but it was my birthday so let's let it slide, shall we? As a disney princess myself (villain, princess, same thing) I was clearly excited about this. My birthday continued to improve when King Royalty (aka my bosses) came in with cupcakes. MINI cupcakes. LOTS of mini cupcakes that came in all sorts of flavors. They looked a little like this:
THEY WERE DELICIOUS. Yes I ate the majority of them, but hey, it's my birthday! I think that allows me to indulge a bit, no? There's only one answer to that :). These are cupcakes from Baked by Melissa and I must say that a PB&J cupcake is more than necessary to ones daily routine. What a delicassy.Later that day I went to dinner with K, my sister. It was a nice little dinner with some nice Mexican food and banging Mexican drank. Mojito? Yes please. Legal alcohol? Yes please! Not that there is any other kind...Anyways, our dinner was a delight and I thouroughly enjoyed myself. I mean, who can't when the place is decorated like this?!
After dinner I raced home to my roomies, S and T, or who I so lovingly refer to as The Gays. The Gays are great fun and know how to celebrate. On my way back to my little apartment I thought I might stop by and pick up some Alcohol at the liquor store across from my house. I'm 21, it is something I must do. Well, apparently NY has some very interesting laws in place that completely and utterly broke my heart. Apparently in NY you cannot buy alcohol until the day AFTER your 21st birthday. Umm, what?WHO DOES THAT? THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! I JUST WANT MY LIQUOR! AH, ok I'm breathing now. Clearly I'm not over it. After the clerk ripped my heart out (read: saved my liver) and tore it to shreds I dramatically exclaimed that I would never buy my liquor there ever (let's see how long that pans out) and I couldn't believe that they were doing this to me on my birthday. I put on my sassy pants (which reappear this weekend as you will see) and sashayed out of there like the birthday girl that I was.
This is what I came home to:
And
The Gays provided me with pink champagne, pink cupcakes, musicals, a dance party and acceptance. I drank up, ate up, shook my bootay, and sang my heart out to the likes of Phantom of the Opera. When I say they accepted me I mean they allowed me to sing (read: scream) the Aria to Christine's "Think of Me". You know, the part where she goes, "Think o-oo-o-ooo-oo-oo-ooo-oo-oo-o-o-o-o-oOFFFFF Meeeeeeeeeeeee." Obviously it was in that moment where I knew they were the best roommates ever because I have THE WORST VOICE EVER and they still smiled at me as if it were Emmy time and I was Beyonce performing. I WISH.In honor of my name we also all sang "Under the Sea" and "Part of Your World." Things got really serious up in this place real fast, I swear our trio would have been the next youtube sensation had this been caught on camera. I can see Simon Cowell shaking his head at us already.
The next day my birthday festivities went on with a few gal pals from my school for an unscheduled little din din. I went back to the liquor store that so harshly denied me on my birthday and purchased some alcohol. Look, I have my pride but there is something to be said about convenience and this place is 10 paces (paces?? who says that anymore...) across from my apartment. I had to go. A couple of us (all of us) drank a little before our dinner and ended up being late to the whole state of affairs. Our drink of choice for the night was sangria. A lot of sangria. Multiple pitchers of sangria. I could tell you what followed but instead I will just show you a few pictures that might demonstrate where I was as a person:
So when a friend of mine decides to buy me a rose I decide that it needs to go into my mouth...of course.
But look I took the flower out of my mouth (even though I still look like I want to eat it)! Maybe I realized that roses are not part of the essential food groups?
NOPE, I took it out to better shake my body. OF COURSE. #typical. Sloshfest 2011 was aggressive in all sorts of ways and it makes me so happy to think back to these moments that are vague vague memories in my mind. The party continued as soon as we left the restaurant (oh yea, all that dancing took place INSIDE A RESTAURANT). Willow Smith would be so proud of the hair whippage action that was happening all over the place. The fun continued to bars where we all met boys and exchanged numbers. Per usual. Oh birthday, you are just too fabulous.
The following night continued with another dinner at this little BYOB called Ivo and Lulus. It's this TINY little itsy bitsy restaurant in Soho which is precious and amazing. The food is French/Caribbean and was ridiculously fantastic. FANTASTIQUE!! This is what happens when you mix wine and friends:
Innocent?
Never! Ariel also reminded me of my amaaazing rendition of Kanye West's "Monster" which I performed at dinner. Let's think about this, I rapped Monster at a restaurant, in front of people, at an obnoxiously loud level. Clearly the public does not stop me but rather spurs me to outdo myself to greater heights of embarrassment. I am the guy in the park playing chess against himself. Well, CHECK MATE SELF.Per usual our #winning party proceeded to some more bars and the night even included a LIMO ride (I could not even make this up) and some hilariously written late night texts. Some sassy texts too (Sassy Pants BACK on) which were great fun to read in the morning.
After this non-stop continuous weekend of party partying I had to find a way to survive the weekend. AKA on Sunday I did not leave the appartment (I barely left my bed) and ordered delivery subway (a footlong, obviously) and a medium Papa Johns pizza (all to myself) as well as three cupcakes from Magnolia's Bakery. I shared none of it and enjoyed my all day siesta.
Do you have any good weekend stories?? Think you can out do mine?? Tweet us @kingcollective and tell us all about it!
Xx
TheOctopus
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