Birthday Weekend

It has all come to a close. And for as amazing, fantastic and downright ridiculous my birthday was, it has ended on an unfortunate note. My silly procedure left me using "diapers" (pads) when needed until all healed, which just takes time. And today I woke up to Aunt Flo and now instead of laying by the pool or walking on the trail, I'm lying in bed in a "diaper!" I'll do it for the healing. The last thing I need is complications in childbirth - if life so deems I need a rugrat of my own - we'll see.

But the grand weekend was great. I had lots of fun, got to see friends, drink, laugh, drink, dance and drink. Forsaking details, it was the craziness of 1/2 a decade ago. It's apparently a great way to ring in a new year on a landmark birthday, but I'm ready to go back to normal.

Is it terrible to say, or perhaps a result of PMS, that I had more fun with 3-4 girls watching a movie than I did with 25 friends raging at the pool all day. I suffer from expectations, where I expected a fun day at the pool of music, laying out, sun and friends. Instead I ran around cleaning, taking care of everyone, sitting in the shade with my parents and not talking to any of my friends. I never got in the water. I didn't get any sun. I was the only sober person and I found myself losing half my time stuck in conversations with the friends of friends that showed up instead of people I wanted. I definitely made up for it and had a great birthday night hitting up my first Dallas Club, the usual bar across the street and drank and drank and drank and drank. The next day was tough, but I survived in bed with 5 hours of Housewives of NYC.

Last night a handful of friends went to watch the truly stylish and fabulous lives of those in SATC2. Loved it! It's a perfect movie of escapism. That's the point of the show. A life to aspire to, yet relate. Relatable story lines within their individual lives even though the events surrounding are surreal and over the top.

I think next year, hoping there might be a house involved, there can be a quiet romantic dinner at home and a house party with cake and friends and board games. Yup, that's what I want.

So today - in the "diaper" - I'm changing the sheets, doing the laundry, cleaning the apt and working. Tonight I'll make dinner and have an overall relaxing and normal day.

Cheers!