Saturday I poured at DTA5. I finished my shift and my friend Sue was going to the French bar for a shot. I walked down there with her. This guy we hang out with who is a big wheel at the cracker factory where he works went too. Turns out he has four piercings thru his dick which I demanded to see and he showed me in the bathroom. Anyway everyone was doing a tequila shot and a jager bomb. For whatever reason doing a jager bomb sounded like a capital idea so I did one. Seriously I thought I could do one shot. Man that jager went down smooth. Nothing goes with a bomb like a beer so we went back to DTA5 where I figured I could have one beer. Ran into Randy. Randy demands we do a slut at Smokeys. Went to Skully's. Had a bunch of more beer and who knows who I pissed off and the rest of it. My non boyfriend calls … he's at the Frog so I swing by there to mention casually that I'm on my way to Hairspray. He's having none of that. Apparently 2 more jagers happened. I do remember one of those. He's pissed. Even tho I don't see why considering he made me go home early and I didn't do nearly the drinking that I could've done left to my own devices.

Saturday my friend Evan came by. He brought Gatorade and spanokopita and made himself a hero.


So my birthday is tommorow. It wouldn't be so depressing to be 30 if I wasn't a spinster who was going to die alone with Travis watching Sex and the City re-runs.