30 Is The New 10

Thanks to everyone for the party well-wishes; it was, of course, a huge success. Not really so much a surprise, since he had apparently already accidentally found out about it and just never mentioned it to me, but a big hit nonetheless. It also proved that I am fully capable of throwing a party that people will enjoy without becoming a giant ball of anxiety. Woot.

So Friday night C and I grabbed a quick bite to eat and settled on the couch for a movie. Little did he know that three of his friends from Rochester were already en route for a weekend of Beantown fun! Of course, by the time they showed up at 11:30, all five of us were exhausted and couldn't muster much energy other than to set up the air mattresses, have a quick glass of celebratory wine, and watch a fabulous performance of the three Rochstars sing a birthday song they had made up on the six hour drive to Massachusetts. It was very special. And very hilarious. In fact, mental note to myself: get a copy of the lyrics. Those are going down in the history books.

Saturday was spent mostly in preparation of the party. I rounded up the NYers for a morning at Trader Joe's and they were excited to stock up on cheap grocery and alcohol items. We also enjoyed a delicious Indian buffet in Davis, trowled through the giant Salvation Army (where I accidentally touched a used breast pump before Chris declared he felt himself getting conjunctivitis), and admiring the new flavors at J.P. Licks before heading back to the apartment to get out of the stifling humidity and heat.

And then the party! Not only did we have the legendary Cookie Puss (thanks to my lovely mother, who braved an actual hail storm in NH to bring us ice cream cake), but we also had the dollar store version of Pin the Horn on the Unicorn. Although we only managed to make Chris and Kirsten play (probably because they had had the most drinks by then) it was still pretty awesome.

Kirsten: blindfolded, feeling the poster for Chris's horn sticker he had already placed on the poster
Chris: "Hey! Don't feel my horn!"
Everyone: "Whoa! Kirsten's grabbing Chris's horn!"


Stephanie also started some game that involved M&Ms spinning around on a plate. I couldn't really tell if it was a "drinking game", but as it involved both drinking and a game, I guess it doesn't really matter- she was completely intent on winning despite the fact there didn't seem to be any rules or point to the game. Someone else had brought a toy gun that shot ping pong balls and I resigned myself early on to the fact that it would probably devolve into a hardcore game of Beer Pong; thankfully that never happened. I did get shot in the chest and leg with ping pong balls, however. And I did shoot about 15 more people after that, including my sister and some co-workers.

Hey, I'm not 30 yet. I can act like a 5 year old all I want.

Anyway, the party went smoothly and I was feeling just fine until Chris remembered the giant can of Steel Reserve I had sitting in the back of the fridge. Let me just tell you this: that was the worst $.88 ever spent. It was foul. But I drank the thing, so props to me for my sheer stubborness. Once I choked that thing down I was ready for sleepy time and by the time everyone rolled out it was probably 3 a.m. Good times.

Sunday morning I woke everyone up and we headed to the (in)famous SoundBites for some greasy spoon recovery action. Delicious, not so nutritious. The NYers packed up their gear and trooped off for some Ikea fun. Chris and I agreed to meet them down there and we fully planned on going to pick up a few things when Chris was struck ill and remained so for most of the day. Once I nursed him back to health with crackers and water and ibuprofen my friend Megan from Denver showed up with her 7-months pregnant belly and demanded I drive her to the airport. Kidding! Actually, we had a very nice dinner and a chance to chat for a couple hours before they returned to the Mile High City. Hopefully I'll get to see her sooner rather than later; I don't want her son to be 25 before he meets his biggest fan!

And that was that.* Weekend of crazy fun: complete. Now we just have the awesome Polyphonic Spree concert to look forward to- C's birthday present- and the dinner I promised I'd make him on his actual birthday, Wednesday. All I can say is, I want a trip here for my 30th birthday. I think I deserve it.

I'm out- my desk is lovingly calling for me to rest my head, just for a minute.


*Ok, ok. I did manage to play an hour or two of Pokemon while Chris was napping off his illness on the couch.