Lemon Juice and Paper Cuts aka My 30th Bday Bash

Here are some photos from my bday bash last night. So, I got a pinata! Earlier in the evening, my friends told me they weren't able to get me one. I was a little disappointed, I mean, how hard can it be to find a pinata in this town? But, it was a trick. Kinda like when I was a kid and asked my mom for Barbie's Dream House and she told me she couldn't get it for me and then I'd wake up on Christmas morning and there it was! The pinata was stuffed with tiny bottles of liquor, condoms, and candy. Always good combinations. Over 20 people ended up coming out last night which is a most impressive turn out. There was a French guy, people from the publications I write for, an old roommate, current roommates, and various others in their 20s and 30s. Everyone there except for 2 people were single. Interesting. Everyone who I wanted to be there was. I realize that I didn't know a single one of those people this time last year. Who the hell did I hang out with? I must not have had many friends as I've made over 20 new ones this year! I hope they'll still be around next year.

So, the evening began slowly with only a few people being on time. As the night progressed, more people arrived. We all hung out and drank wine, beer, jello shots, rum and coke, Sparks, and Mike's Hard Lemonade. The bar crawl was kinda a bust as we didn't even leave my place until almost midnight. First we went to the bar my roommate works at and drank there. I remember doing lots of shots. The best part about your bday is you don't have to pay for anything. I was decked out in a new skirt, new top, new shoes and a tiara (as you can sorta see from the pics). Unfortunately it's been freezing here. I froze walking to the bars last night. I think it skipped ahead to winter. Anyway, my friend pinned a "kiss me it's my bday" thing on my shirt and boy did it work. I must've made out with like five of my friends last night! At least from what I can remember. Talk about really not having any platonic guy friends left. Ironically, the two guys I most wanted to make out with didn't happen. I'll save them for later. It's kind of flattering knowing in my old age guys still find me attractive.

We left that bar and walked to another place. I continued to imbibe and I wasn't really that wasted. Near the end of evening, I was hit with a semi-betrayal. I think one thing as you get older, you begin to realize who your true friends are. You learn to trust your instincts more and follow your intuition. Sometimes things feel amiss and you're not sure why but usually it's something you need to go along with. At the bar, I had one of those occurrences. My intuition was right about a couple of people. I'm not sure how to approach the matter. Everyone has their insecurities, believe me, I know, but even if you are insecure, it doesn't mean you should over step your boundaries and walk on marked territory. So, being the weepy drunk I am, I ended up sitting on the curb outside the bar, crying on my freaking bday. A couple of my friends consoled me and made me feel better. Needless to say, I slept alone last night. Let me rephrase that--I slept with my dignity. In my 30s, one of my goals is not to put up with people's bullshit anymore. Not to put up with immature behavior. Life is too short. I'm not gonna take everything so goddamn seriously anymore and I'm not gonna waste my time with douchebags anymore. I won't be 30 until 5:38pm today, so last night was the last time I'm ever gonna end up on a curb crying again. I think part of problem is I don't really get along with girls very well. I've only had 2 falling outs with friends in my life and they both were girls and both were roommate related. I've been on thin ice with some guys before (also roommates), but we worked through it. Not with the girls. I like girls who are down to earth and chill, who won't step on your marked territory. When this happens, there's a serious problem. Anyway, enough about that.

Overall I had a great bday party. I'm glad I decided to do something and I'm glad everyone came. I have some pretty damn amazing friends. I'm really lucky. And maybe turning 30 isn't so bad. Women don't reach their sexual peak until 32, so I'm in the prime of my life. I'm like George Clooney--I get better the older I get.

Today is officially my bday. I'm feeling slightly hungover but I'll make it through. I think I'm going to a craft fair, then briefly to my friend's dinner party, then to a concert, then possibly to a party. Who knows. Anyway, happy bday to me. If I can make it this far, I'm sure I can make it farther!