A lot has happened in the past few days! I turned 26 years old and spent the entire freakin' weekend celebrating. I drank too much, didn't eat enough, and managed to catch up on my sleep yesterday by passing out for like 4 hours. Lush indeed.
We visited Mom for most of the day Saturday. She indulged me with cake, Popeyes chicken, and new Sims expansion packs. I have a fantastic mother. We also tried on each other's engagement rings and my aunt remarked that it was bad luck. I hadn't heard this superstition before, but mom denounced it by saying, "I don't give a damn--she's my kid." Again, fantastic mother.
A friend of mine got us VIP service at a local lounge/bar/club/thing for the birthday-eve-night. When we got there, she joked that she rented the entire bar out for me, considering how empty it was. Happy birthday to us, though, because the Grey Goose turned us all into happy shiny people. I even got husband-to-be to dance with me! It may never happen again, and I'll be damned if I didn't get pix of it. It was a nice, small celebration with very good friends and very good alcohol. Great times.
Sunday was my actual birthday, so husband-to-be and I had brunch at Shells & Sauce around the corner from our apartment. It was so good, and that's not just the mimosa talking. Crab cakes benedict = crab cakes on toasted brioche with bacon and avocado pico (I skipped the grilled tomatoes). OH-MY-GOD good. The hollandaise sauce alone was something I could've bathed in. Nick had a breakfast carbonara and said it was delicious, but I know in my heart that nothing was as delicious as what I ate. I'm still reeling from its awesomeness.
Birthday night was calm and uneventful. We picked up Taco Bell for dinner, I gave my Sim family's child an imaginary friend named "Peanut", and we watched Inception. It would have been perfect, had they not forgotten Nick's gordita and had I actually given a crap about the movie. But whatever--I get in moods sometimes. Nick liked it...I think.
So the point of all this? I had a fabulous birthday. I really did. I even had a party and I didn't freak out. Granted, no one sang "Happy Birthday" to me, so that probably had a lot to do with it.
I went to the post office today to pick up a package they didn't leave me. Yes, it was more lingerie, but at least it was on sale! (If any of you are a size 1x or +, go to www.hipsandcurves.com and buy pretty things. Mind the size charts!) Anyway, when I went to pull in a spot, this idiot girl busts open the door of her gigantic SUV and makes me wait to fully pull in. She then smiles and prances away in her workout clothing. I gagged, bitched, and considered keying her car. Instead, I lugged my ass in the building and tried to ignore her. While I'm waiting, she is being helped by a very patient associate as she whines about wanting to exchange stamps. Wait, what? You can exchange stamps? Pardon my French, but they're fucking stamps.
Because she "already used them on the 'Save the Dates',"...
...so what?
They let her! They took back a hundred fucking stamps because this bimbo wanted "prettier" ones. I immediately texted Nick and told him that I didn't give a good-goddamn what stamps we used on wedding invitations, so long as they got mailed.
I pity her future husband. I think mine is thankful that I'm not a bridezilla-raging bimbo who cries over stamps.
I bought another wedding magazine. I'm hoping that it inspires me to make some fucking decisions. If not, I apologize for all the cursing and I will be back here soon.
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