Thanks ~

That was fun.

And it’s not even over yet.

I’m sitting at home – in Mendon – reveling in the extended birthday of 21. Last night was blast… and tonight promises to be just as fun.

We woke up this morning in a state of disarray. At 9:00am when I dragged my sorry ass out of bed (but in decent shape – thanks in large part to Chrissy), I ‘may or may not have been sober’ still. So I showered, thinking that might help.

It didn’t. I retreated to the futon, joined shortly later by Chrissy – who also could barely move – and followed by Alex, who takes the prize this weekend for being the best brother EVER.

Not many older brothers would play the role or host, bartender, chef, guardian, chauffer, and … for their obnoxious little sister’s twenty-first birthday. But mine did.

Last night he picked up the tab (for everyone except Chrissy and I, who got most of our drinks at the bar), mixed drinks at the apartment for everyone both before and after the bar, welcomed everyone and helped me stumble out the door to say goodbye, and – for better or worse – when men were hitting on me at the bar, he was right there to step in.

And this morning, when Chrissy and I were too hung over to do anything but groan and play Mario Kart, it was Alex who made us eggs and cinnamon toast.

Talk about nice, right?


And after Alex’s breakfast brought life back into our alcohol soaked bodies, we wasted the remainder of the day playing three-way video games.

Until now, of course, when we’re preparing for yet another fantastic dinner on the porch before Alex will drive our sorry butts to Foxwoods with Shannon, Jon and his friend.

Are we in for another party or what?