You Guys. Seriously.

I’m so tired today. I cannot write much, as I have a few deadlines at work, but I would be remiss if I didn’t tell everyone how much fun I had this weekend. I smiled until my face hurt; I can’t remember the last time that happened. I also got drunk, and I really can’t remember the last time that happened, but I think that’s generally by design.

My friends were there, my family was there—the only thing missing was my mother, whom I had spent the morning with, shopping, of all happy things. Everyone had fun, and everyone was happy. It was just a really good time.

I have a recap of the events in the works, but I need to wait (and perhaps edit) more of the pictures, and I’d hate to post less than a full account of the hilarity and misadventures that occurred. So, as this is the Preamble, I would like to dedicate the entry to all who attended: You guys are awesome. You make me feel like a princess. Seriously. With the tulle and tiara, and all the pink satin you can shake the Pretty Stick at. I had no idea so many people were going to show up. I really didn’t think I had that many friends.

And I especially didn’t know how much they like my blog.

Guys, there is no better feeling than people telling you that you make them laugh until they’re in danger of losing bladder control. That they have to close doors before they read your posts. That they know what time of day to read it so they won’t be heard laughing, or that they save it until the end of the day so they go home happy. I’m crying, guys. You make me feel like I could get hit by a bus, because my work here is done.

You came, you bought me drinks, you called me funny. It’s amazing I didn’t sleep with any of you.

Look for the birthday entry—coming to you soon!
Sure to feature these items:

Pictures of the bash
My ex creeps the world out
Partial nudity in a bowling alley
Beedoo puts a new spin on a popular Divinyls tune
Kate kills my brother despite bowling, like, once
Beedoo pulls several muscles ‘doin’ the Hump’
My baby brother makes me cry with our special song
Other brother completely misses what our special song is
Beedoo is hit on by someone she’d actually consider dating
Kate and Jackie’s Black Velvet
A good gift leads to good stories
My father drinks shit beer
Beef stroganoff at your local lanes
Beedoo finally gets her amaretto freakin’ sour


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