Two Birthdays, One Weekend

Hello, dear readers! I have had one of the best weekends I've had in a while, probably at least since Roomie moved away. It was also the first time going out both a Friday and a Saturday in a very long time. I had a blast at two separate birthday parties, and it came at perfect timing. Next weekend, Man Friend and I are moving into our apartment. In case that won't be busy and crazy enough, we have to make sure to have mostly everything moved by Saturday because Sunday we'll be spending the afternoon with family for Easter. After we finally have our own place, we won't be going out too much. We will definitely be staying in quite a bit more to save money, so IRL friends, feel free to come and drink with us at home.

Friday one of Man Friend's close friends turned 22. We started the evening off in the hotel room he rented, and worked our way to some of the Stadium bars for him to drink for free. We ran into some other friends with whom we were able to chat a little. I got to meet some of Friends' friends from work and college and we overall had a pretty good time.

Saturday, Man Friend, the birthday boy and two of their other friends went up north to finish the birthday celebration with a guys' night. Although I really wish Man Friend could have joined me for the second birthday party, I'm glad he got to spend time with his friends. They were excited to drink and hang out without interruptions and have an all-you-can-eat prime rib at one of the area restaurants. It sounds like they all enjoyed themselves, so even though I missed having my guy out with me, it was really good that he joined his friends for guy night.

Snapping a pic while we not-so-patiently waited for dinner

My coworker turned 30 last night and had a huge celebration with dinner and drinks planned. I didn't think I would be able to afford both, so I had only planned on meeting everyone out for drinks later in the evening. Much to my surprise, one of my coworkers asked me to come with her to dinner a few hours beforehand and offered to pay for me so I didn't have to miss out. I couldn't believe the offer, especially because the restaurant is decently pricey. But I really appreciated the offer and was excited to join so I accepted. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but it was a sushi/hibachi bar. The service was less than phenomenal and there was a minor disaster with the bills at the end of the evening, but the food was absolutely amazing. I had sushi for only the second time and am still surprised at how much I enjoy it. Not because of the raw fish or seaweed thing. I just don't like rice. I also enjoyed more than plenty of hibachi veggies, chicken and shrimp and was pleasantly surprised to find I enjoyed the green tea ice cream.

After dinner, we headed to one of Birthday Girl's favorite bars to finish off the rest of the night. Not only did she handle 30 very well, she was actually incredibly excited to say goodbye to her 20s and turn 30. I've been dreading turning 25 for a solid seven months already, and here she was throwing a huge bash for 30. Um, what? She had a gorgeous new outfit, got all kinds of "30" accessories and photo props for picture-taking-wonderfullness. The best part of her ensemble was her brand new diamond...her boyfriend proposed right before dinner! There was no questioning how happy she was and just glowed all night. She also got a keg so we drank for free for the rest of the night, brought in cupcakes to satisfy our sweet cravings and we danced all night to N SYNC goodness.

I always enjoy having nights out with my coworkers, particularly because it doesn't happen very often. Most of them live in the Fox Valley, and with me in Green Bay, we don't get too many opportunities to hang out after work. We've had a few happy hours after work, but this was the first time I was able to participate in a Saturday outing. My coworkers and I get along so well and are some of the greatest coworkers I've ever had. If I ever get a permanent job, not seeing them every day will be the hardest part about leaving the job I'm in now.

With some of my coworkers

The Birthday Girl and me

Happy birthday once again to both friends. I hope you enjoyed your days!

Sucky and Super Sunday

I actually have a Super and Sucky post on a Sunday! Hooray!

Sucky:

• I spent the day working today. We just recently started a new weekend rotation and I worked my first Sunday in many months. I don't care how petty it is, it still made me grouchy.
• While Roomie's birthday was a blast (more on that below). I almost didn't get let into a bar because of my ID. It's getting pretty worn around the photo and apparently the hologram is hard to see. The bouncer asked for a second form of ID (no big deal, it happens) and all I had on me was my debit card, with, you know, a matching name to my license. He looked at that and asked if I had anything else with my picture on it. No. I did not. Number one, I don't even own two photo IDs. Number two,  after three years of going to the bars, I don't feel the need to bring three forms of identification with me. Roomie stepped in on my behalf and said, "She's 24!" To which Bouncer said, "And I'm older. What's your point?" Here's where I started really having a problem. I get that he was just doing his job, and if my ID looks sketch, fine. But he was just being a douchebag. And there is zero need for such an attitude problem. He eventually gave my card to a second employee who went and got a flashlight, stared at it for another minute, and I was dramatically allowed inside. Give me a fucking break.
• It's been a while, but a few weeks ago I took a massive digger in the work parking lot. One of my favorite pairs of wedges was falling apart on the bottom and the sole was flapping around. But I wore them anyway because they're cute. Well...the broken flap caught on a crack in the sidewalk, and slow motion style, I ate shit. Luckily no one was around to see my mishap, and even more luckily, because I was in a dress and probably would have flashed everyone. It hurt so bad that I didn't even yell any profanities. I just sat there agonizing for a second and then let out an indistinguishable goan/shout. My first thought, clearly, was OH MY GOD I DON'T HAVE INSURANCE; WHAT IF SOMETHING'S BROKEN? Well, over active imagination aside, I was fine. It stung like hell and took two weeks to clear up, but I was fine. 

Super:

• Even though Roomie desperately tried to skip his 25th birthday, we went out and had a blast. Prior to bar hopping, we started off at our house. Two of our friends shopped up with a walker (complete with tennis balls on the back legs), and over the hill sippy cup and reading glasses. It was the hardest I had laughed in a really long time. We went bar hopping to a few different places, went dancing at the gay bar, and ended the night at Perkins, naturally. I didn't get to bed until after 4:30, and holy shit, I'm old too because that's late as hell for me now. 21 year old me just laughed in my face.
• The next morning I watched a several-hour game of sloshball played by a bunch of friends. It's basically kickball, with lots of alcohol added in. The rules, that I managed to catch, were that you have to have a cup of beer in your hand at all times, you have to stop at second base to chug a beer, to start the game, two teams face off with a game of flip cup, and keg stands were in there somewhere. It  was pretty entertaining to watch. I did not, at any point, take part in said festivities. I'm not even remotely coordinated sober.