For all those wondering, the birthday was a resounding success. As I told my grandparents, I didn’t spend a dime the entire day, but I spent all day Saturday paying for it. Now, I did have my birthday printed up in the newspaper, but how many of you can say that you’ve had you birthday announced over the radio for the entire state to hear? That was pretty neat. Dennis bought me lunch, Diane got me cookies, my phone wouldn’t stop ringing with well wishers, Deidre bought me dinner and drinks, and so did the other people I spent that night celebrating with… Vanessa, Kristen, Hannah, Mike, and other random people who bought me drinks for the simple fact that I was the birthday boy. To tell the truth, I lost count. I remember the night just fine, but I couldn’t tell you what I drank.
Needless to say, I didn’t move much on Saturday.
Sunday was awesome. There was so much food, I still feel bloated. There was guacamole left over, a very unusual event, but no one could eat anymore. Tacos, beans, rice, chips, pico, margaritas… There was just a lot. In typical fashion, we starting eating about three and didn’t stop until about six, plus ice cream and cake. I got to bring the leftovers home for lunch today, so with hope, this gorging of food will end as of tomorrow. I think my liver might thank me as well.