perfect except the morning after

so yeah yeah. i had a little barbecue get together on saturday evening in observance of my birthday and basically i chose to have it before my actual bday cause we all got fucked up and i was still 23 in the morning. la la la la i cheated you old age reaper! at least for that night. it was beautiful. tim squeezed lemons for margarita mix, simey was taught how to grill, marc bought hundreds of dollars of food, i made THE BEST EGG SALAD ever, weiners were soaked with beer. WEINIES! also i bought all the alcohol and felt like a real grown lady. yet somehow, the super gallon of vodka was completely goooooone in the morning.
so basically my camera died so no more party pics even though we were all party people for a few more hours but that's perfect anyhow since i didn't want to spend my birthday party taking pictures. i was too busy get lung cancer. and YES I'M THAT PERSON WHO constantly chants it's my bday it's my bday it's my bday PARTY inside my head. egotistical, sheesh.
oh yeah. t.c. made chalk graffiti outside my apartment and my name was somewhere in there so of course i took a hundred pics of it and got them all framed and basically rolled around in the chalk dust.
everything was perfect and just right amount of lax and i'm thinking about having regular summer barbecues. i ate a veggie burger and guacamole and egg salad and tofu pups and carrots and watermelon and chips. pomegranite and vodka. tanqueray and tonic. and marc gave me a purple hookah so that was fun except i woke up with the grossest headache and couldn't remember if i took off my shorts and shirt before or after everyone left.

oh. and somebody used my last two rolls of toilet paper for whatever gross purpose they needed TWO ROLLS OF TOILET PAPER FOR?! come on. plus my girls weren't there with me so it wasn't nearly as perfect as it should have been.