On Being 24+

So, if you haven't called me in a week, you probably don't know (and YET probably aren't surprised to know) that I had an eventful birthday weekend.

On Friday, I thought I'd be classy and attend a wine tasting. Being in North Dakota, I thought, this will be lame and old men. OH, the wine tasting was at an Elks Club. God, am I amazing! Anyway, after the tasting was over, they had half-full bottles of wine. Being a moocher, I totally stole one. Then, I drank a lot, and then I called co-workers, and then I got sick, and then the co-workers arrived. Awesome!

Then, Saturday I did very little except sleep.

On Sunday, it was my ever-so-unexciting-24th-birthday. I actually had a few people over from work, so it was fun. Plus, I played house-frau and cooked a decent meal for everyone. I didn't think I drank too much, but some parts of the night are sort of blurry.

This week at work was, ugh, I don't even know how to describe it. It wasn't bad, but I feel like I accomplished very little. So, in celebration, we went to a country bar with karaoke. That was awesome.

I got drunk enough to sing in front of people, but I sang the one of the few songs available on karaoke that I love more than anything and know most of the words to, and that is Lisa Loeb's
"Stay." Because I was the last person to sing, or because I am such a terrible singer you need to laugh at me twice, they honest-to-god did an encore of my song, so I had to see myself in all my ridiculous glory. What a great evening!

Anyway, all's I can say now, is I might be an official North Dakotan, but I need my pookie bear so much.