Well, as it turns out, the dinner and dancing didn’t happen on Saturday. I got glamed out — even curled my stick-straight hair and painted my stubby nails — and took the J2 bus to Bethesda.
I got there and we went to the hotel bar to kill a little time while waiting for our reservatation. We then walked to Tommy Joe’s to get another drink. I was a little puzzled. I’m wearing a lacy black halter dress, my hair is curled, my nails colored mauvelous and we’re going to Tommy Joe’s?!?
There was no fancy dinner. Instead, a group of friends were there to surprise me. The party, complete with cake, a party hat for me (more like a Birthday Princress hat) and an over-sized card. Wooha was an accomplice to the scheme.
During the night, we went to three different bars and at each one I had to complete a party wish. Unlike last year when I had my friends do embarrassing things, this year they each made a request of me. I did jumping jacks, kissed a girl (her hand, sorry boys), had a conversation with an English boy about my favorite pasta (I had to say it’s mac and cheese with weiners), and I had to do as many shots as possible in 45 seconds. I did six melon balls.
Two days later and I’m still recovering. This is why we let 21-year-old kids do these kind of birthdays. They are more resilient.
Overall, it was quite the ringing in of a new decade. It was so great seeing so many people come out to Bethesda to celebrate with me.
For my real birthday, yesterday, it was really low key. I had brunch with Woo and we used a birthday gift card to get dinner at Macaroni Grill. I put up my Christmas tree and watched “The Sweetest Thing.” It was a good mix of being young and fun and yet still feeling like an almost grown up.
