#59: Don't Remember my Birthday

First off, thank you to EVERYONE for all the birthday wishes and for those who could make it out - I really appreciate it all and y'all made me feel extremely special.

Now to the part that you all want to hear...

I totally don't remember anything pass midnight, so if you were at Belvedere, please let me know so I can personally thank you for being there because all I could remember was going into the club, and then being carried out.  Now you're probably asking how I even got to that point...hmm...let's say we started off at Bar Retro before coming into Belvedere that night and within a span of an hour there, I had approximately ten drinks, majority of it being shots.  So obviously you can see where this is going.

Here's my Recap of my birthday celebration and then the aftermath of it all in no particular order (thanks to everyone who told me what happened):

• I woke up with one side of my face with makeup, and the other side without.  My roomie said she tried taking it off, but apparently I told her that it hurt.
• I slept on the bathroom floor in the women's bathroom under the sink.
• I laid on the parking lot
• I had to be carried out of the club
• A friend fireman carried me out of my Esme's car while my little sister followed right behind with a trash bag underneath my head in case I threw up
• I was apparently lifeless until I got to my apartment, and then suddenly got up and sprinted up 3 flights and headed straight to the bathroom
• I opened Esme's car door while the car was in motion
• I had a Ciroc bottle in hand and was pouring drinks
• A requested Single Ladies, but then I was in the bathroom and missed the dance
• My hangover got progressively worse today.  My brother arranged a beautiful birthday/Easter brunch at Benjy's for me, and I could barely eat anything.
• My sister put me into my bed and took a picture of me with my head in the trash can

Yea, all in all, a great 26th birthday. =)  I think the last time this ever happened was back in college probably when I was 20.  It's already Monday morning....and I'm still hungover. Wah wah.

O yea, and I DID wear my fanny pack!!!!!!!!! Didn't lose anything! Yes yes, I realize that I am totally pale...