Feeling: fine, thanks. :)
Listening to: computer buzz
Reading/Watching: nothing.

Haha. No, I am not enormously hung over today.

Claire didn't want to have to carry me home, since I'm four inches taller and probably outweigh her by about thirty or forty pounds, so we called it quits around midnight-thirty and went to see some of her friends.

We started at *my* restaurant, Macaroni Grill (I don't work there anymore, but I still get possessive), and I had my first legal bellini, although they didn't have a full bar so it was mostly peach nectar with white wine and champagne, missing the peach schnapps and white rum. I also couldn't get the Midori swirl. I felt gypped. But I did enjoy the food and free chocolate cake (avoiding Claire's eyes while the waiter was singing Happy Birthday in Italian, because she was grinning at me, waiting for me to comment on his vocal abilities, which were average, but hey- he tried).

We stopped off to meet Claire's friend Todd, so I could meet his great dane who had the same birthday, and was the size of a Shetland pony but very cute and affectionate. We had a shot of vodka and midori (I wanted my midori, dangit), because he had them in the freezer, and then stayed around talking for almost an hour.

Then it was off to Casino el Camino, Claire's favorite place on 6th street, where the bartender made up a drink for us, something fruity and quite delicious, and we sat on the underground patio for a while with green apple martinis, just talking. I love that I can do that with her, because in past years, highschool mainly, we usually wound up squabbling over something.

Then it was over to Cheers, where we both saw my cousin David, who apparently works the door, trying to coax people inside with promises like no cover charge and $2 Long Island ice teas. He's almost a year older than me, and we grew up playing Marco Polo in his pool, so all of this is running through my head as we hug him hello and he lets us in, telling me happy birthday. He knows better than to card us.

Claire kind of took over after that, getting us each a Jolly Rancher (which is good... it was my favorite), and then telling me she had a bet going with her ex that I wouldn't try a "flaming Dr. Pepper."

The bartender made everyone stand back while he picked up two fingerfuls of alcohol which was all flaming blue, then spit a three-foot fireball across the tops of the drinks. Once he knocked the burning shots into the beer glasses and handed them to us, I felt like a rock star. It was quite cool. And I finished mine before Claire did, so hah.

Then I had to follow Edward's orders (he is my friend-since-kindergarten) and get a Woo Woo, then we took a breather before having Red-Headed sluts (I had to. The name was just so cool) and a Buttery Nipple for me, and then we left. Every other shot was free, thanks to it being my birthday, and we tipped well, so we made a couple bartenders very very happy.

By this time I felt like I was fine at the controls, although my body was a robot that was a bit slow at taking commands. It was funny, I had to work harder to smile.

We met Jerry and Anthony, two of her friends from college at the Spider House (I kept giggling and saying, "The Spider House Rules," picturing Tobey Maguire wearing his Spideysuit, carrying orphans around), I had a hot cocoa while they talked (apparently Claire has been in one of her friends' independent film shorts, haha), and then we went to see Taos, where Claire spent her freshman year, and played poker with the guys until almost 2.

Anthony wanted to show us the sunroof, and I didn't realize it at the time, but Jerry pulled Claire away to "chat" and suddenly Anthony was asking about me giving him my phone number and coming back up to visit him sometime, while he parked his hand on my ass and we watched drivers go the wrong way down a one-way street four stories below.

I casually turned my back to the railing, so Anthony could either move his hand or have it crushed against the wooden slats, and (sobering up rapidly) talked for maybe thirty minutes before Claire and I made eye contact and decided to go.

Anthony did get my AIM name, but I won't exactly be sitting by the computer with bated breath, since I already figured he's a chronic flirt even before Claire confirmed it. We went home and tucked into bed just before three, and I woke up around eleven.

Claire's woken up now, so we're going out for breakfast. Overall, it was a lovely birthday, and I am happy (and not hungover, thankyouverymuch).

Now I should go, since I need to get dressed, eat something, and drive to *Schoolville to get Miller from the airport at 4.

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