My life has been interesting, as of late.

Birthday is slowly but surely falling apart; late-comers turning into no-shows due to illness, and cleaning is under-schedule. It's a remarkable effort, but it's just going to come up short, I'm afraid. There will still be Quentin, there will still be lots of food and movies... just short on guests.

Jason, Lauren, Fal and I all went out to dinner last night, and I got my first alcoholic drink on my own. I'm an absolute pansy, for the record. I had a mudslide, just one, and didn't even feel it. When the waitress asked if I wanted a second, as we refilled all around, I tapped out and had a Coke. *shrug*

Figuring this was to be my only alcohol for the year, I was surprised to find that my mother and older brother, as a belated birthday gift, gave me Kaluha and Smirnoff nips, a chocolate mixer, and a piña colada. "A drink every night since I've turned 21!" I bemoaned to my younger sister. "I'm a total lush." "Well, it has only been two days..."

I've decided, though, that I'm definitely going to get better at making mudslides. They're damn good, when you've got the right ingredients. The nips and mixer weren't bad when it cut it with milk, but I pined for Bailey's. The vodka wasn't bad-- Rach was amused that I was the first person she's seen who, when sipping vodka, hasn't recoiled immediately.

I'm amused. This birthday has certainly been different, in a lot of ways.

-Pendragon