we gonna sip bacardi like it's yo birthday

I am anxious to go out and celebrate my day of bizirrth. I'm also hungry for some crabby legs. Winston is acting a little bummed, I think he's jealous he doesn't get to go out. Poor puppy.

I am wearing a big poofy black princess dress. When I bought it, the cashier asked if I was a ballet dancer. haha. I am going to be well overdressed for Red Lobster, but if I want to be knee deep in crab legs in a quasi formal dress, so be it. It's my fucking birthday.

Facebook has inadvertently invited my parents to the occasion, so this will be the first time a lot of my friends have met them, it should be fun! I wish my sister was going to dinner as well though, I'd feel bad not focusing fully on the rents, and it would help if she could be there to chat with them, too. Especially because most of my friends won't be able to communicate with them. Oh well! It should be kinda cool, too.

After dinner, I think I want to try and get some people to go downtown to Grumpy's for karaoke. That should be ridiculous, and I love ridiculousness, as most of you should know.

Tyler and Lisa have both called me and sang "Happy Birthday" to me. My dad sang it via facebook. I love it!

If I don't go to Grumpys, I hope I can find something else fun to do!