I don’t remember the last time I had a big celebration/party for my birthday. The last few years were dinner nights, girls’ nights, good quality time spent with best friends. So I expected similar for my 21st, which was yesterday May 28th. To say the least, this year beats anything. It was different in a sense that, yes, I got pretty drunk. We had a large group with us, I got real tipsy after the 3rd drink, ooohh lightweight…The people that made it possible; I felt super special. Sunday carrying to Monday, I got the best people in my life. Since I got real tipsy at the club, I kept saying “Im conscious of everything blah blah blah.” I stumbled throughout the night, then got kicked out, then led back in. Good thing my friends were so responsible, so I ended up dancing with a guy friend the whole entire night—got down, bent over, flipped my hair. He sang into my ear, i kept laughing. And I learned that night that Im a talkative drunk. The same guy friend offered an invisible chill pill, and I took it but it didn’t work…

It’s amazing how life brings people together; I knew these guys last semester and got really close just the last 3 months. It was a great way to end the semester and an awesome way to officially begin the summer. If I hadn’t chosen to stay another year, they would’ve never become a part of my birthday memory.  Like they say, the best kind of relationship is the unexpected one, and it truly is.