I survived my birthday party, barely. I had every intention of taking it easy but people kept buying me drinks and next thing I know I'm doing a shot of whiskey at the Tavern and dancing to Tears for Fears. I woke up feeling like death. Dave drove us back to his house for the super bowl so I slept in his bed all afternoon while he played video games and took care of me. I couldn't eat anything until about 5 p.m. Apparently I think I'm still 21. Needless to say I had a very sober Super Bowl. I couldn't look at a beer without feeling queasy.
To make matters worse the Patriots lost. They deserved to lose with the way they were playing. At least we didn't get slaughtered. Was anyone else disappointed by the commercials this year?
My nephew Hunter was not a happy camper. A true Patriots fan.
Here are a few pictures from my birthday party. Despite being horribly hungover the next day I had a really fun birthday.
Fact: Chris was my Junior year prom date.
When I start stealing Dave's hat that's when I know I'm on my way to drunk town, population me.
I know barf barf barf.
Ashley is the tannest Canadian I know.
Ah yes the fake bike thing on Beacon Street. Someone always pretends to ride it.
Hmm my hair is looking weirdly red in some of these pics. I'm secretly part red head. I'm not so secretly pale.
Thank you for all the birthday wishes on facebook and my on my blog. It made my day.
