I don’t know how I feel about my birthday weekend. My yellow dress looked pretty cute. My makeup turned out okay. My spray tan hung on throughout the night, although it sure is fading funky today.
I woke up Saturday morning because the maids needed to clean the room. If it wasn’t for that, I would’ve probably stayed curled up in that wonderful darkness until I had to be at work on Monday. Isn’t the cool darkness of a hotel room the best? When I rolled out to greet my hotel roommates, I wasn’t really sure if I’d had fun or not the night before, so is that a sign that I did? My head hurt just a little, but not nearly as bad as I dreaded it was going to. I somehow managed to pack every pharmaceutical other than Tylenol in my overnight bag but, mercifully, my friend brought her bottle. And other than realizing that about $70 had been stolen from my purse, I don’t think I’m out too terribly bad. I guess I’ll know for sure when my credit card statement arrives. Just how much can a hotel charge a person for a jar of olives? In 30 days, I’ll find out! I just wanted to pack up my balloons and presents and uneaten birthday cake and go home. I should’ve grabbed the leftover olives, but it didn’t seem to matter at the time.
To occupy myself for the 20 minute drive back to my place, I started calling friends for their assessments. “SO much fun!” and “Best party ever!” I was told. That’s a good thing. And except for one unfortunate duck face incident, it looks like I was smiling in all the pictures I was tagged in, so there’s that. I don’t think I was hit on or gave out my number to anyone in particular, but if I did — call me!
So I’m going to call this birthday party a success. There are missing blanks that are probably best left unfilled, so I’m just not going to worry too much about that. I’ll just give one great big thank you to Big Al for throwing yet another fabulous party in my honor and consider the Birthday of 2013 officially DONE.