It's my party, and... Just bring the goddamn drinks!

So the birthday bash was a success! Pictures coming soon. Dinner and dancing at a swanky Scottsdale club called Suede. The only glitch was the restaurant manager coming over to my table a few times to talk about details on the tab. You have my freaking credit card and about 20 people wanting to give you money for drinks. Just bring the effing liquor already!

Okay, it was a minor, minor upset. I was a little frustrated for a whole 2.5 seconds. But my friends, and new boyfriend (aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!), saw to it that I needn't worry about those details. I just wore my tiara and danced my happy little heart out.

Highlight of the night (besides the dj announcing my birthday several times and the club erupting in cheers) was hearing the Biker introduce me as his girlfriend for the first time to a friend I hadn't met before. I calmly shook his hand, chitchatted a bit, then marched straight over to my dear, dear friend (the one who is dating the Biker's brother) to report the details. We then proceeded to jump and scream like high school girls who had just been chosen for the cheerleading squad.

PUH-THETIC. I know. With a capital P. But when you have a few drinks in you and birthday glee flowing through your veins, everything is 10 times as exciting as it would have been otherwise.