Generally, on my birthday, I try to write some sort of moving, wistful, encouraging, reflective type blog.
Not this year.
Yay! I'm in Australia! Yay Its summer here! Yaaaaaaaayy.....
Ok, now for real.
I'm 28. The rainbows and sunshine don't seem to be as exciting as they once were. Don't get me wrong, I love me a good double rainbow. Buuut for like 10 seconds.
Let me go back a good 24 hours to tell the inspiring tale of my 28th.
I arrived at a "Sherryls" house a good 30 minutes after meeting her. She was the sister of a husband of a sisters friend. Yes, it makes perfect sense. Later that night we were to go to her nieces birthday party. (*on my birthday) It was to be her 21st party, and heels were "required".
Let me just refresh your memory in case you forgot, I am a 5'11 woman. Some have suggested that I'm what, 6'2? I'm a good 4-5 inches taller than the average woman as is.
Then I wore these. That's a floor length dress I'm wearing...
I think these are really cute and if I had tall friends or a tall boyfriend I would totally wear them again.
(*though I did try to return them today and was disgustingly declined, due to drink stains and hairs stuck to them...)
Fast forward 4 hours and I'm at a private party of some girl of whom, IT WASN'T EVEN HER REAL BIRTHDAY! I didn't know anyone there and also was 7 feet tall. Cool.
There were, no joke, two HUGE blown up photos of her propped against a wall with rose petals drizzled all around, a slide show of her playing and a guest book. When I met her she "kissed" my cheek.
Ugh. This party was a thing of my nightmares!!!
Fast forward two hours to a shot of Hayley, leaning against the bar, drunk and yelling at the bar tender.
"IN REAL LIFE PEOPLE DON'T HAVE CRUSHES ON AWKWARD GIRLS!"
(he said he had a crush on Zoey Daschenelle... ugh)
About an hour later I'm wandering the streets, crying, drunk, and rambling on the phone to a poor fellow who's number happened to be in my phone. ("This party should be fore ME! Not for this b*!ch!")...
The night ended with me spilling my guts to "Sherryl" about all my life problems and then a quiet car ride back to there house.
Oh, you hope I had a good one?