post party

I apologize for the previous post. While that night may have provided a certain level of entertainment for the entire 4th floor of brady (and anyone else i happened to call/text) it's a birthday that i don't think i wanted to remember, not like i have an option to retain the night...it's already...nevermind. I'm pretty sure I can say that it was by far my best birthday. It started out right the night before with ry-bread, scott, E, and me going out to perkins. I was planning on just going to bed, but thankfully ry convinced me that would suck. he was right. ps: scott ate two burgers. scott if you're reading this, you're a fatty. ry, if you're reading this, i love you. The next day was (my birthday) pretty sweet too. Peanut came through for me big time and we had a kick ass time. and i was completely taken off guard when jesse turned up after being mia for two weeks. he was a doll. my roommate, rae, made me pink cup cakes!!! not going to lie, i can't completely go through the nights' festivities since i'm not a big fan of writing down incriminating info, but i hope this kind of did my birthday justice. either way, birthdays are sweet, and i've decided to have my birthday be everyday. tell all your friends...