the 21st partay

well well well. last night. well well.

my downfall was probably the fact that straight away, i was stressed out. Annie, Nath, Seval and I went to the bar early to decorate, and as per usual, Annie was a mess. she forgot her wallet with her money for the tab, her DVD of family pictures, her book for people to sign, pretty much everything she was supposed to bring, and so was panicking trying to get people to bring all of that. i put my money on the tab and paid for the platters and gave them the cakes i baked for the two of us, and started blowing up balloons, which were popping nearly as fast as we tied them because, well, it's a bar, and there's tiny traces of broken glass on the floor. then my computer (which i had a panic about because i didn't think i needed to bring it to display our powerpoint--luckily i left my door open and Hannah grabbed it) didn't accept the output feed for the pulldown screen. we ended up just setting it on a table with Annie's book and my little poster we had people sign, with a sign on it to not have any drinks around it. nothing got spilled, thank god, my Lullabelle soldiers on.

people started arriving, though, and the party got in full swing, and after a tequila shot and a beer, i loosened up and had a fantastic night. it went by so quickly, all of a sudden they brought out the platters and cakes, our friends sung, and people started speeches.

anyone who knows me knows how much i talk; i never shut up when i'm wasted, apparently.

and i get really loud (louder than normal, which is impressive), because i was definately loosing my voice by the end of the night.

and i get really lovey. i professed my undying love to about a dozen people.

by the time Nath and Hannah made me go home, i was totally wasted and in the state i wrote the last entry in. by my count i had three tequila shots (though Seval swears it was four), though i have no idea how much beer i had. i had six before the bar, i bought two (i think), and Matt and Zoe and possibly someone else bought me one each. since i was running around so much talking with everyone, i kept losing track of my drinks, so i definately started grabbing any that tasted like Speights and may have been mine. yeah.

but i did not throw up! i definately did wake up still drunk, but sobered up after an hour or so. i'm not feeling too hungover, just groggy and i'm pretty sure i'll sleep really well tonight.