21

No not that shitty movie that came out forever ago.

But me! I turned 21 this weekend. Actually I turned 21 yesterday morning at 12am Oct. 2nd.
Please, please, hold your applause, but feel free to hand over all alcoholic drinks. Right now.

In case you're wondering, yes, it was awesome. No I did not get so smashed I don't remember anything, mainly because I didn't get smashed at all.

My girl K-Sizzle bought me a bottle of Malibu so I took a few shots of that and added it to some Coke (the drink, jesus what is wrong with you?) before I went to bed Sunday morning.

Currently I'm debating on how I want to post about my night because there was a lot.

A quick summery, there was smoking hookahs at Nazef Hookah Lounge along with dinner. There was male dancers, and by dancers I mean strippers, and my strippers I mean Southern Gentlemen at Kokomoes. And then there was sleeping at this fancy hotel. Then piercings and sushi and birthday wishes and then sleeping and pizza and walking in heels and....*sigh* it was just fucking an awesome birthday.

I think the only thing I was unhappy about was the fact that the kiddo didn't text or call me to wish me a happy bday. I was really disappointed at first but then i thought you know what, Fuck it. Everytime we tried to hang out, he bailed at the very last fucking minute so he clearly didn't give a shit. And now, neither do I.

More to come, each post I think will be a different part of the day.