|She knows me so well.|
I'm waiting for the most perfect moment to grow my dragon. I will name it Khal Drogo.
Anyway, I spent my birthday at one of my friends' wedding. It was absolutely fantastic. An open bar on my birthday? Don't mind if I do. And I did. A lot.
|Not sure why.|
This resulted in me throwing up in the hotel bathroom. There was a brief period of time that followed during which I thought I was going to die underneath one of the dinner tables, but then I bucked up and returned to the dance floor with a vengeance. That was the first time in my entire life that I ever booted and rallied. I did the running man in heels to "Call Me Maybe." I danced 8th-grade-style with strangers. I feel surprisingly sprightly at age 26.