It's My Party and I'll Blog If I Want To

I'm a super slacker blogger. I've been meaning to get this one up all week, but the sudden attack of whatever Kaeli was sick with last week has rendered me useless.

Last Friday was my birthday. I love having a late August birthday. I super love when it falls on the long Labor Day weekend. I also really love being a Virgo. It was the big 2-7. My dad pointed out that I'm quickly running out of numbers to put after the 2 and will have to change to 3 really soon. Wasn't that nice of him?

I didn't have huge plans for my birthday until Rob decided to take matters into his own hands and put together a little celebration. He called our friends, and a few of them decided that celebrating the birth of me would be the greatest way to spend a Saturday night. As it happens when you get older, we all live in different parts of Texas, so they all chose his place to meet because it's the closest, and its current bachelor pad feel made it perfect for party central.

About a week before the aforementioned party, Rob mentioned that there was a surprise. A big one. Well, I'm not so good with surprises. Sure, I love random gifts and surprises that are actual surprises (aka - I don't know they are coming), but knowing a surprise is coming, especially one qualified as BIG, freaks me out. Blame it on my control freak nature or the fact that I hate being left out of the loop and everyone else knowing what is going to happen. Plus, I have a bit of an overactive imagination, so I come up with the greatest surprise ever, and what if the actual surprise doesn't deliver. It's like hoping for a pair of Jimmy Choos and being given Crocs. I called all of my friends trying to get them to crack and tell me what was going on. Can you believe that no one told me. No one. Naturally, I spent the week stressing about it. Telling myself not to get my hopes up because he worked hard on a surprise, and I don't want to hurt his feelings by having a lackluster reaction.

Wanna know what the surprise was? Do you?

I got to his place and guess who opened the door...guess...
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MY SISTER!!!!!


That's right y'all. Rob flew my sister all the way from Maryland to Texas for my birthday. My little sister that moved far far away when she was 18, and I never get to see her because we are grown and busy. The same little sister that I beg to move back to Texas at least once a week.

Moral of the story - Trust Rob. His surprises rock. And I feel I can safely say that he is seriously the best boyfriend ever. He's great and wonderful and I heart him and blah blah blah (insert all other corny mushy girly stuff here)

The rest of the weekend was a super awesome blast.

Friday was the usual tame birthday funness. We had dinner at my favorite sushi place and went to the movies. We went to one of those fantastic movie places that serves alcohol. I swear these places have ruined me against going to ordinary theaters. I love being able to drink beer at the movies and having someone bring it to me. We saw Tropic Thunder, and we all loved it. So so funny. I pretty much love Ben Stiller (Zoolander is one of my most favorite movies ever. Totally underrated). Tom Cruise played the part of a greedy studio exec, and I have to say he was awesome. I've always loved Tom Cruise (my dog is named after his character in Top Gun because I loved him so much), but lately he's been all crazy. This movie totally redeemed him to me. He was so over the top and hilarious. I had no idea he could be that funny!

Saturday was the big celebration. The friends showed up that afternoon. It was your basic let's pretend I'm a rock star and forget that I'm a mature adult evening. We all headed downtown and had dinner at a Cajun type restaurant. I had this drink called a Worm Burner and about halfway through the second one decided I should totally name any future children after that drink. We hit up a bar for a while, then ended at a Pete's Dueling Piano Bar. If you've never been to one, I think you should drop everything you're doing and go. I've been a couple times, and it's always super fun. We grabbed a cab back to the house and spent the rest of the evening playing Wii Fit. I rock at the hula hoop challenge. We stayed up way too late, and the next morning I hated myself.

The server cut out Amber's boyfriend!!

I did get a call from Rob Wednesday night asking me why there was a Corona street sign hidden under his kitchen sink. Let me start from the beginning, Rob and his roommate have this Corona street sign in their house. I hate this sign. Always have. Not quite sure why, but I hate it. It's pretty well known that I think the sign is stupid. He found it under the sink and asked if I hid it there Saturday night. I have no recollection of hiding this stupid sign. He searched for a witness and found one. My friend, Amber, totally ratted me out. Apparently, we were watching the guys play pool, I said that I hated that sign and Rob isn't in college anymore so it's stupid, then I picked it up and put it under the sink. News to me, but I stand by what I did. I hate that sign.

It was a great way to start my 27th year. I sometimes can't believe I'm 27. I still feel 19. I still feel like I should be waiting tables, staying out all night, and taking irresponsible trips to Cancun in the middle of a college semester. Even with the shock of getting older, I have a feeling 27 is going to be a really fun year. I'm totally looking forward to it.