Absinthe + Birthday = Barf

Thus is the equation I figured out last night and on through today. But hell, it was my birthday and I could drink if I wanted to. Although the fiery green potion may have been taking it a little too far.





Anyway, my birthday party ended up being a success, even though it got off to a bit of a rough start. Something shitty or crappy always happens to me on Bdays so I wasn't too surprised to find out at the last minute that there was no reservation made for me. Even though I was in contact via email with the restaurant manager who said she would make the reservation.

So, not only was my party of ten possibly facing a bday at Mcdonalds (and it would have been a McDicks without a playground) because I had no back-up plan but we were also informed that it was "comedy" night (groan) and that everyone would have to pay $5 cover. If I had known that when I made my reservation I wouldn't have bothered. Of course, according to them, I never made a reservation anyway.


What followed was a bit of cursing and hair-pulling on my behalf while I stomped around my apartment, my dress billowing behind me, while I screamed "Don't they know it's my birthday? HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME!" and then wrote the restaurant a scathing email (which thankfully contained less profanity than what I was spewing outloud).


In the end, we went down to the restaurant and Ross had a little talking to with one of the managers (assertiveness in a guy = sexy). I don't know if the manager found Scots to be threatening or if they had actually gotten my email but in the end we were comfortably seated in a little lounge area, didn't have to pay cover and my first drink, a Kir Royale, was bought for me by the bartender.



Of course the comedians sucked (though the MC was surprisingly funny), the bill was huge and the waiter refused to split it (I don't know why) and after John and Leanne left (it was Monday night and most mortals have to work in the morning) Ross was the only guy there. Despite us being together for over 10 months there were quite a few of my friends who never properly got a chance to meet him. It was quite a funny sight to see five of my girlfriends crowded around him, giggling at his accent and trying to get him to say "aye." And then I started to try and get him to say "aye" too, despite hearing it everyday. He probably didn't appreciate that.





After way too many drinks, the party split up but Ross, Susan, Savannah and I bravely continued into the night by going to the Freehouse bar on the corner of Denman and Davie.




This was a classy little bar, expensive of course since classy and cheap don't go together (though I like to think of myself as classy and cheap). This is where we encountered Tennents beer (The Pride of Scotland) which made Ross happy and the absinthe, bought for me by those wicked Tsawassen girls (see below) which made me happy. Well, it made me pretty fucked up if I must say. Apparently I was grinning at Ross like an idiot but he doesn't even know if I knew I was smiling at him.


Left: Don't chew with your mouth open leads to..

Right: Don't pick your nose (or demonstrate how you injured your nostril while play fighting)



Left: Absinthe leads to...
Right: Absinthe face


Anyway, I woke up today with a mother of a hangover. Thankfully I spent most of the day in a coma. But hey, if you can't get wasted on your bday, when can you?




Left: One silly face leads to...
Right: Another silly face


But to all those who came out to see me (and I know Downtown is far for a lot of you) thanks so much. It was so nice to have my dearest and oldest friends (I've known Amanda N and her sister Jessica -below; right- since I was 6, Savannah and Susan since I was 15...wow, 19 years...ten years. Holy Crap we're old!) with me on my unspecial day, especially since I haven't seen a lot of you as much as I should.



All in all, I would have to say that my Birthday was wonderful. The only dissapointment was that no one bought me THIS as present. Or this. But don't worry.

There is always Xmas! ;)