I'm home with my parents for the summer again. It's nice, the food is delicious and my room is unchanged and cozy.
I started at Big Dipper (the local ice cream store) yesterday, and I'm working more this week. I'm going to have a super powerful right arm and puny left arm after 4 months of this. It was fun, I worked with three other girls and I learned how to scoop ice cream, make sundaes and milkshakes, and we sang Michael Buble.
I went home, and was on skype with my best friend when I looked at him, and said "I'll be right back." I stumbled out of my room, went to the bathroom, threw up all the alcohol, and felt much better. I woke up the next day feeling fine until I realized I wanted saltines. I called my mom and said "There's no hangover food in this house." She said "well, there's stoned wheat thins." "The fake crackers with little bits in them? Nope." I went to the store and got ginger ale and saltines, as well as my birthday cake, and headed out to Missoula.
I met up with my brother and friends, and we all went to a park to have delicious Wall-e and Eve cake. I was wearing what my friend deemed "slutty Belle" dress, heels, and a birthday tiara (as seen in the above pictures). We all ate cake, and I went to give the rest to a concert crew that was nearby. There was a super drunk girl there who asked "Why are you dressed like a princess?"
I said "'Cause it's my birthday!"
"Fuck yeah! Happy Birthday!"
"How old are you?"
"No wonder you're dressed like a princess! Happy fucking birthday!"
"Thanks! Enjoy the cake."
The last bar we went to was having karaoke night. I sang along, but I didn't go onstage. I met this guy, and he bought me a drink and danced with me. Sexual mishaps, anger, lies from him, and general drunken shenanigans ensued. I ended up sleeping on my brother's couch, and went home the next day, having my first drunken mistake and regret.
My 21st birthday was everything I wanted it to be and more, in a very good way.