The Birthday of All Fucking Birthdays

Man, this weekend was too much for my fucking life. What did we do? How about what didn't we do. Here's a list of things that I did not do this weekend:
- drink water
But no really, I had a blast, thanks to Ms. Caitlen Hale (again). I feel like I should pay her for not planning only her birthday, but both of our birthday's every year. Seriously, every year about 2 weeks before my birthday I get a call/text message/facebook wallpost/message via homing pigeon/singing telegram from Caitlen saying something like: "Hey, I'm gonna get a badass limo for our birthdays, you in?". Then two days later I'll get one that says, "Hey cancel all your plans Thursday night because we're also getting a party bus, NBD." After thanking based god I got ready for the weekend that was ahead of me.
  The party bus was ridiculous. The plan was to drink a bit on the way to Addison, bar hop, drink, etc., party on the way back. Let's just say that I didn't remember even stopping in Dallas until someone told me then next day.

 

Oh, and I rewarded my hangover the next morning with a nice little trip to Northside to have some menudo at a mexican restaurant. Solo.

The next day I had a birthday dinner with all of my favorite people.

This one girl got me the coolest birthday presents I've gotten in a long time. Some of them are inside things that only we get, others are just dope as fuck to me. Especially 500 Days of Summer and the necklace.

The limo was more chill but more crazy in so many ways. Things that happened:

- We picked up a weird Scotish guy and his tattoo'd friend.

-We pee'd in a neighborhood while a few families were taking their kids on a nightwalk. 

- We left the weird Scotish guy and his tattoo'd friend.

- Girls were punched.

- A fight broke out.

- Shit got real.

 All in all, it was a great weekend. I can't thank Ms. Caitlen Hale enough. 

Until next year.