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First of all, I want to thank everyone who left me birthday comments (whether here or on myspace), presents on their blogs, sent me texts/emails, AND a special thanks goes to the awesome person who sent me a tiara (I cause a ruckus enough when I go out, but the tiara really made the night). You all contributed to me having a fanfuckingtastic birthday. I got off work at 3, Landon was home because he had just got back from Oshkosh, and off we went to Stella’s (where they no longer have free shrimp on Friday’s, which seems a little bait n switchy to me…), then Chino Latino’s and finally Old Chicago. It was then about 6, so we took an intermission while Landon napped, and I worked out and re-hydrated. The Novice came over about 9, so we did pre drinking and got ready to hit downtown Minneapolis. I went out prepared, with a note that had my address on it, and a ten dollar bill (to cover the cab ride from downtown back home to uptown).

The cab driver was sufficiently amused with our chatter on the way there, specifically Landon’s desire to bend this hot milf with a broken foot over her walker and bang her hard. We went to Harvey’s first, where we met up with Camaroon, who hadn’t been out with us for a few months because he’s running for Congress. I won’t link him or use his real name, because I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be efficacious. Also, he’s doing well enough on his own, and he should officially get Democratic endorsement next week.

Anyway, next we went to Bella Notte, where I saw some bachelorette chick who also had a tiara on. I briefly considered fighting her for the honor of who gets to keep their tiara on, but we left soon after. Then we went to The Local, where I met some randoms who bought me shots and kept going on about birthday spankings. This offer was met with adamant refusal. From there we went to Brits, Chambers, and finally Jimmy Johns, and by then I was almost comatose on the cab ride back. It was sweet... I didnt buy any drinks for myself the entire night. But then, who DOESNT love a drunk girl in a tiara??

Saturday was an perfect day to have a birthday, being that it was beautiful and sunny, unlike the rest of the week that had been rainy, windy, and sometimes snowy. So Landon and I walked down to Figlios, then to Stella’s where they had their roof top café open finally. Calvin Crustitron came down to make up for douching out and not showing up for the previous night’s shenanigans. Sarah and Joe came joined us, and I got so into the two-for-one honeyweiss with orange slices inside, that I lost track of time and had to run the 4 blocks home to get ready for my evening plans at the Acme Comedy Club. Dinner, drinks and a comedian that didn’t incite my heckling made for an awesome night. Birthday spankings ensued afterwards. If I have more birthdays like this, maybe getting old isn’t so awful.