30: Amazing... yet, every bit as painful as I imagined.

Great food with even better company, golden balloons, flowers and sparkler candles... what more could any girl ask for?  I partied like I was turning 21, but had a hangover like a true 30 year old.  In trying to recount the night, the "bar" graph below leaves me astonished that I came home with only half of my sleeve torn off and a giant kiss mark on my cheek from a drag queen.  Although I blacked out, it is now embedded in me to remove my makeup and put on pajamas before bed.  I can't decide if this is the mark of true adulthood or functional alcoholism.  Either way, when in Rome (or as my dear friend Alana calls it, "Champaign Butt-town").

C'est la vie.

Beverage Consumption