As much as that title sounds strangely like a TV show I once loved, today, it signifies my age. Although I have gone the longest now that I’ve ever gone without writing, (nearly six months), I managed to pull myself back here for a birthday post, something I have done every year since I began this blog in 2010. I’ve missed a lot of things, especially over the past year or so… but a birthday post will not be one of them.
I wish so badly that I could capture everything that has happened in my life since my last blog post in this one little text blurb, but reality tells me it’s impossible. Since October 20 when I shared the reality of how Her and I are living our lives, SO much more has happened. We have changed so much, grown in so many different ways, and if I looked at myself a year ago, I probably wouldn’t recognize me now. – Where to start?
Remember how I said in October that about this time last year we started partying? Well, we definitely started partying… On October 20, we had just met a friend who was about to introduce us to a different world of partying. We had just gone to our first mini-rave in our home city, where Big Gigantic was performing, and she convinced us to try molly for the first time. We rolled, and we liked it… so somehow, at a party that next weekend, she convinced us to buy tickets for Voodoo Music Festival. Honestly, I am not ordinarily the kind of person who is down for things that are out of my comfort zone. That’s just not who I am, I like the known, and I like the stable. Music festivals are not that. – Still, we bought the tickets, dressed up for halloween weekend, and hit up New Orleans. We had the fucking time of our lives. We rolled almost the whole weekend, and although the dust in the air from all the dancing caused me a lung infection that lasted two months… It was totally worth it. We met so many people, loved the music, and just… had a fucking blast. Oh, we also may have met up with a friend who dominated Her while we were in town since he lived in the area… we had a hotel. Damn, that was hot. Side note lol
So after that we started going to little raves here and there, rolling every now and then… and the weed that we had only once tried over the summer, became a regular thing. We bought a vaporizer, and that was a bi-weekly occurrence. Honestly, it was… crazy. – I say ‘was’ like it’s all in the past now… not because it isn’t, it happened, but because… it was an experience. That is to say, I got a different view of the scene over the past couple months. On almost the 1-year anniversary of our first party ever, we threw the biggest party in our whole city, had over 150 people packed into our tiny house. We bought lasers, had a fog machine… and people trashed the place. Thankfully, we had learned from our previous parties how to make it look good outside and keep the noise at a moderate level, so while the police did show up (because our cars wrapped all the way around the block in a neighborhood where there isn’t any street parking allowed), once we got the car situation a little under control, there wasn’t an issue. That was in February. – From that, our house was trashed… and we saw the downside of actually hosting the party. Hmm.
Well for our birthday weekend, (our being this new girl that we met that took us to Voodoo, her birthday is 9 days after mine), we decided to throw a party again, but just invite less people and try to keep it invite only. Some back story: At Voodoo, this girl met a guy and they’re madly in love (they remind me of Her and I back when we first got together), so no… those of you who were wondering if we’ve done anything with her… we haven’t. She is mighty taken. Although, when she gets drunk, she makes comment that her and her guy would be down to swap with Her and I since we were all close friends… we’ll see if that ever happens. – Okay, enough back story. Back to this birthday weekend. So, I got pretty sick on Monday of last week, which was unfortunate since I wasn’t at all over it by the weekend. – My old friend (the one that screwed Her roommate over back in 2011… for nobody that remembers back that far), came down for my birthday weekend, and I took ALL the cold pills and suffered through Friday, which wasn’t terrible since we just went out to eat and see Furious 7. It was good by the way. – So, that night… my friend had never had good molly. The party wasn’t till Saturday night, but since there were a few of us closer friends that were already chilling Friday night, we decided to roll a bit. We had bought new lasers too which would have been awesome rolling. – So, we took good stuff, and Her and I, the girl and her Voodoo lover, my old friend, and my best friend who lives with us all chilled Friday night. It was nice. – However, we barely slept Saturday since we didn’t get to bed till 6am, which sucked, and with the party starting at like 8 Saturday, we didn’t have a ton of time. We got ourselves around, cleaned the place, and prepared for the party. All in all, without going into too much detail, – I had fun. Got fairly drunk, ended up taking care of the girl since she took something (we’re not sure what), but she was pretty gone and her Voodoo lover was kinda drunk too, but that was okay because at the end of the night, we all ended up in our bed with the girls topless. Yes, still, nothing happened (other than the girls making out, which is fairly normal for them). The short version of the party is that from our mini project X party in February, people just showed up to this one without even being invited. We had probably 50-75 people there, and yes, they trashed the place again. Got to bed about 7am, and woke up at 12… just in time to groggily spend my birthday cleaning puke off the floor, and throwing away empty glasses and bottles.
I wouldn’t rank this in my top birthdays, It might even make one of the lower ones as far as fun days… – But I wouldn’t take it back. I learned from this… a lot. I am done with the party scene for a bit. Not from drinking or anything like that, just from hosting the parties. There isn’t really anything to be gained from throwing the parties and having to clean the up and what not… I’ll just go trash someone else’s house next time haha
But in all seriousness. I’ve touched on 5% of the things that have happened since I last wrote, and I wish so badly I could touch on more. The big message that I’m relaying is that we’ve moved on to the next phase of our lives. A lot of the friends that we had all through college we barely talk to anymore, and most of the people we hang out with now we barely knew a year ago. We’re doing things we didn’t do, trying things we didn’t try, and living a way we never thought we’d live. – And we’re happy. I’m working all the time, She has graduated, passed her boards, and her first full paycheck as an RN comes this Thursday. She’s never been happier. – We… are living life. That’s the one thing I always swore we would do… live our lives and never miss a second. I can’t say I’m not missing it with how much I’m working and not sleeping… – but we’re living it, and that’s what matters to me. That’s what I hold as value.
Oh, and, although there isn’t much to report on yet… Anyone who followed me back in 2010 knows that one goal I’ve always had was to lose some weight and get in shape. 2015′s new years resolution, although it’s the first one I’ve missed on Tumblr, was the same: To get my shit together and work out and get in shape. Well, I’ve held true to this for the first 4 months of the year, and have done it faithfully. I’ve lost 15 pounds now, and have gained enough muscle that two different girls at the party last night who hadn’t seen me since January made comment about it. – I have a LONG way to go… it’ll likely be the whole rest of the year to get where I want… but for the first actual time since I started this blog, it’s working. I couldn’t be happier about that either.
So, with honestly no idea when I’ll write again… I close out this birthday edition of my tumblr post. I love this blog because I can say who I am without saying anything about me, yet while sharing the core of my soul. I’ll always hold this blog close to my heart, and swear that I’ll be back in less time than has gone by since my last post. Till then~
