So at twelve o' clock this morning we rang in Cr's birthday at the bar. Remember for my birthday Drk brought out my cake and the whole bar sang Happy Birthday to me as it boomed out of the jukebox? Cr's birthday was organized in much the same way...except that there was no cake at hand because I hadn't purchased one. Drk being the cutest little guy ever stabbed a birthday candle through a Peppermint Patty as a little make shift cake. Awww, there's so much to love about him. When he came around again he saw that Cr hadn't eaten any of her Peppermint Patty and he became mock indignant, "That's the last birthday cake I will ever make for you again!" and stomped off. I think this is where I threw a Sacajewea (sorry I butchered her name) dollar at him. Yes, I threw different denominations at him all night...because I'm just that cool. Or not.

On an unrelated note, Chelle has decided to give up on B. He hasn't called her, he hasn't responded to her text messages so he's obviously "just not into her." She seems pretty non plussed about the whole thing saying,"I just wanted to have sex with him again...I didn't want a wedding ring!" Well I'm happy about that, but it sucks when silent rejection takes place regardless of how you feel about the person. So as a first step of leaving B in the far recesses of her mind, she took his phone number out of her phone. In a slight moment of weakness, she wrote it down on the back of a business card...but who am I to judge? Drk's number is neatly written in my phone book of close personal contacts... although I haven't called it in months.

Another unrelated note...I decided to stay in tonight due to my imbibial (new word created by me!) habits from last night and to be fresh and ready for my party tomorrow! I learned my lesson after my Halloween party where I was puking my guts out right up to the point when the first guest arrived. This will not be the case tomorrow!