Heart Beats, Hard Beats, Heart Fulfilled

Wow wow wow. Last night was killer. So much fun. Met so many new people. Made some friends. Got some free beers. Played cupid to some new found friends of mine. Did stand up comedy. Found out I LOVE Long Island Ice Teas. Oh, and Sex On The Beach. Also delicious. Was gifted a four dollar ugly winter hat by a boy named Matt because it looked better on me and I made sure Ashley went home with him. Got me and the housemates free passes to our local gym, because yes!, I am that amazing. Hugged a drunk brunette girl. Flirted with a hot blonde boy. And sat on Santa's lap. Was tour guide to the restrooms, and made sure everyone had a ride home. Had a conversation with a boy from Alabama, who bought me a beer because I'm the coolest non-gay-gay he has ever met. Did the catwalk down the bar with Nico. Recognized a bar back who use to be a dancer, who use to hit on me while we was dancing. Slid down the street like a penguin. Ran through snowbanks like an idiot. Helped a boy beatbox because I can lay a sick beat. Did you know I could do that? I didn't know I could do that. I'm full of hard beats. Pretended to be a doorman outside one of the bars I was at. Got a zillion hugs. And plenty of drunken heart to drunken heart conversations. I heart my housemates. I heart all my new found friends. I heart this city. And I heart my life.

Oh, and the thirteen hour work day wasn't nearly as bad as predicted. Totally made it through.

I know I don't really do color photos, but you have to appreciate the awesomeness of this ugly hat. For reals.

Why It Truly Is The Grand Life

I am on the third day of a five day birthday celebration. I requested off from work and emailed my prof's telling them not to expect me. This week and the coming holiday weekend are strictly devoted to fun and festivities. I think I can safely safe I have been to about eighty percent of the bars in this city. I already had a handle on when to go where on what night, but now I am seeing what bar is known for what drink(s). And I haven't had to pay for anything. It's fantastic. These past few days have been tremendous. Going out at night and not coming home till the early morning. Sleeping until linner time. Walking to the Bell to get some tacos. Or having Jimmy's bring the sammich right to my front door. Reading one of the new books that were gifted to me for my birthday. Or watching the movie I bought with my gift cards. I strongly recommend "The Holiday", it's really got something--or someone--for all who watch it. So besides all the new fantastic drinks, I have once again realized I'm the luckiest basterd around here. My friends are the greatest people who ever lived, and they really all deserve awards. I know I'm swept away in a tide of endorphins, smiles, and Amaretto and OJ's; but I really do know some of the coolest, most genuine, people around. And I strongly looking forward to all the future dinner's, bar crawls, and late night drinking story times that will come along. Also, I had the best of luck when it came to who rang me up or took my order on my actual birthday day. The boy at the Bell was so punk-rock-Armani it was captivating. I nearly invited to meet us at the bar later that same night. And then the boy at Meijer was a skinny version of Chris Evans! It really is the Grand Life. So now I'm sitting in the kitchen nook, waiting for Jimmy's to deliver my country club sammich, after having watched a good two hours of Absolutely Fabulous episodes on YouTube, recovering from last nights events and building up energy (and PR) for tonight's events. Reading "Everything I Ate" by Tucker Shaw, a gift my sweetheart Amy, and browsing through "The Cocktail Bible" a gift from Andrew's sweetheart Carolyn. I rather like this whole birthday thing, a boy could get use to this. But I do know once November begins it's back to work, I can't get all my drinks for free.....or can I? Oh! My sammich is here now. More to come later.