I survived!

It's been a long 4 days, but I survived! The party was a success - my brother was suspicious, but surprised...especially by the people who traveled from so far away to be here and celebrate him. It wasn't without its awkwardness...such as the fact that his gf and my co-host never sat down to eat the entire time. WTF is that? And that "Marilyn Monroe" came to present the birthday cake and to "sing" Happy Birthday. Except the music wouldn't play loud enough, and Marilyn wasn't blonde, nor white. Apparently in the afterlife, you tan and get a dye job. There's hope for me yet!

But the food was great, the company was wonderful, I managed to NOT make an ass of myself when I gave my "Little Sister" speech, and the cake was to DIE for. I have a standing order for one for my 30th birthday in a year and a half (excuse me while I go heave...18 months is NOT a long time...good GOD).

I am quite happy to be home alone with My Monster, though. It was nice while the company lasted, but holy Christ, I am not cut out to be a hostess. Because I guess I really don't care enough :) I made sure I had decaf coffee...I think that should have been sufficient. The fact that they needed breakfast too? That's crap. I don't eat breakfast, and neither should you!

Also, I'm not a taxi, no matter how much you would like me to be. So when I'm expected to cart your ass around (and your friends!), but not be able to have my own plans...I get annoyed. No, I don't want to hang out with your friends who are judging me based on the fact that 1) I lived in Allston/Brighton amongst COLLEGE STUDENTS, 2) I moved to Malden where "It's really not that safe..." and 3) I don't have a significant other to fawn all over me - yup, we dated for two years, and then he dumped me like the jerkface that he is. And yes, I had to tell the story. Thanks.

And I did all of this with toes that were recently burned with acid (on purpose). There were times where the tootsies just hurt, and I wanted to rip my shoes off...but I was able to hold it together. As nice as it was to have some people concerned, I felt like an ass saying: Oh, I had ingrown toenails. That is DEAD SEXY. At least the next surgery (check me around April/May) will be more glamorous...lob off part of that bone, and shove it back in place! Yes! Out of work for a while? Indeedy do! Sympathy and concern then? Sign me up!

All in all, I'm excited that it was a great party. And I am more excited that my family that I never get to see got to make it up. And I got to meet the triplets! They're lucky I didn't swipe Emma and take her home with me. Because I wanted to. And then my mom could shut up about giving her an Emma of her very own.