being the nostalgic sap that i am, lets take a minute to revisit my 22nd birthday.
it was a tu-tu party.
2-2
two-two
tu-tu
get it?
everyone was supposed to wear tu-tus.
only some did.
whatevs.
i was drinking beer out of a large goblet all night.
the thing was the size of a fish bowl.
i'm not even kidding.
one friend put another friend into a full-nelson.
i thought he killed him.
i cried.
found out he was still alive.
got mad at him for 'lying to me'
dumped a beer on him.
ran out of the house.
BFF suggested it was time to leave.
we went to IHOP.
they're open 24 hours.
at 2 am my friends sat down to a lovely breakfast.
and i continued to cry all night.
in public.
in a tu tu.
it was my party, i could cry if i wanted to.
cry if i wanted to.
cry if i wanted to.
you might have cried too, if it happened to you.
