To everyone who came to Jessica and my birthday party last night, thanks for coming. I'm sure I was happy to see you. And oh, also, let me extend to you my sincere apologies. This apology is just IN CASE I did something that you found embarassing, inappropriate, debaucherous, retarded or in any way offensive. I don't remember a fucking thing. Seriously. I have snatches of memory but I can't figure out if they happened or not. This was apparently what happened to everyone who drank the gin at that freaking bar. I usually stick to Bombay Sapphire but all my lovely friends kept buying me drinks and I didn't want to specify that they buy me the more expensive version of a gin and tonic so I drank well gin all night. There was crack in that gin, let me tell you. One of my friends took a cab all the way to Hoboken and didn't realize until she got there that her bag, keys and cell phone were still back at Crime Scene. That started quite an interesting phone chain, which took place while I was vomiting into a bucket that my sister was kind enough to place next to my bed after she carried me out of the cab.
Um... maybe I won't have a birthday party next year.
Here's an interesting story, completely unrelated to my birthday. http://www.nerve.com/screeningroom/tv/teentv/ As a HUGE FAN of My Super Sweet 16 and the Gilmore Girls and various other teen-driven shows (I don't watch Laguna Beach or The O.C.) I am happy that I am not alone. I definitely agree with one line from the article: "Maybe we've spent so much time with our gay friends that we've absorbed a camp aesthetic — like them, many of us weren't totally out in high school, so now we get to reimagine it with ourselves in all the best roles." I totally think this is it! What do you all think?
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