In The Wings

birthday
Yesterday was a great birthday.

We had mini shows for kids so call was at 8 am. A wee bit early. I had a bottle of wine and fifth of Bacardi sitting at my spot. Balloons were added later. The E-O Fan Club (some of the school girls who love me) made cupcakes and brownies and wrote me a poem. They're really sweet.

After rehearsal, Lynne and I went to West End Grill where she works. I told the bartender to make me something tasty with rum. He put at least four shots of rum in the glass. There was grenadine. And other things. It was good. I then had a White Russian and an Oatmeal Cookie shooter. I was pretty much drunk.

Then came El Toro Bravo with the dancers and Ellie. I had a margarita and a couple tequila shots. I feel like I didn't actually end up eating very much of my food unfortunately.

Then we decided to go back to West End... even though I *probably* could have stopped after El Toro Bravo. At West End I had another Oatmeal Cookie shooter, a Fuzzy Navel shooter, a Double Espresso Vodka shooter, and as I wrote on my drink list a "Minute Maid OJ/alcohol shooter." Some guy gave it to me and we didn't know what it was.

I'm glad that I wore my rainboots instead of heels.

Lynne got me back to my house and made sure I ate a little something and had some water. Hooray for good friends. She left at about 2ish I think. I tried to drink more water and took some Advil and Pepto. I woke up at 7:30 to go to the bathroom. I decided to sleep on the bathroom floor until about 10:30 because I was really naseous. I was tasting so much tequila. It was just bad. I thought that I was going to fail and throw up. At one point I'm pretty sure I was cuddling with the toilet in fact. HOWEVER, the vomit did not come. Huzzah. So I got up and laid in bed for awhile. I decided to trek upstairs to find some food. After re-telling last night to Meags and SKG, I started to feel kind of sick again. Stupidly I made apples and cinnamon oatmeal. One bite of that and I nearly lost it. I did not plan well. I really had no bland food in the house at all. Luckily Lynne is a badass. I called her and she brought over saltines and ginger ale. So much better so quickly.

I don't think that I want to drink for awhile. As I was unpacking all of the alcohol I received for gifts yesterday, it made me a wee bit queasy. I'm impressed that with all that alcohol I didn't puke, but thank the Lord for small favors. It's a good thing you only turn 21 once.

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