Today's my birthday.
I went to lunch with my grandparents and parents at a local pub and then waited for the silly people with jobs to come over. All my siblings made it, along with my sister's roommate, and we had cake, sang happy birthday and all that jazz.
Afterwords, my dad, sister and her roommate and I went to the casino. For whatever reason, I expected loads more tables, just tons more. Instead, there were only a dozen or so and then rows and rows of slot machines. I do not like slot machines. If I wanted to stare mindlessly at a screen and press random buttons, I'd play FarmVille.
We had dinner at the casino, and then my dad and I played roulette, the one game I've always scoffed at since it involves zero skill. I ended up with ten times more than what I'd put in. Mathematically ten times more, not figuratively. Hehe.
So all in all, today I went to a pub and a casino, and bought a drink and not once was I i.d.'ed. Pfft!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Today's my birthday.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Apparently, I have been misspelling 'afterwords' my whole life. It should be afterwards. Shouldn't it?
Anyway, after shopping for a bit, I went to see Valentine's Day with my friend, which wasn't as crappy as we were expecting. Taylor Swift did a respectable job. Taylor Lautner can't act. McDreamy repeated season one of Grey's Anatomy (heh) and, most shockingly, McSteamy turned out to be gay with Bradley Cooper. All the girls did a collective hysteric cry of horror in that particular scene, while I giggled maniacally. Good times.
Meanwhile (since I can't say afterwards...), we were saying bye to another friend from the car. Last time, she screeched Rape! right before he slammed the door. This time, she said Rafe, the main character of HMS Pinafore, and I was not expecting it as I sipped my drink and started laughing and consequently, choking.
Honest to god choking. No breathing, liquid in lungs, loudly honking kind of thing. So not cool, but I was kinda amazed that it happened.
And then my friends were laughing at me. Apparently that's the thing to do while someone's choking. Thanks, guys.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
So two of my friends were planning a night out tonight and I couldn't go because I'm still sick. Yuck.
Instead, I got a text message asking if I'd found my present yet.
They'd left a box of chicken noodle soup on my front step signed 'hope you feel better and aren't ew'.
Totally made my day!
Posted by The Ousted Princess at 10:42 PM