So my friends threw me a suprise birthday party at a local bar last week. It was nice to know that they still care even though I live an hour to an hour and a half away. I drank 3 car bombs 2 slammers.....and a shot of whatever.......I out drank everyone and was still able to walk and talk fine. Hmmmmm what does that say about me and liquiror? I guess we go way back. So my friend that is suppose to be my "best friend" is the one who threw the party......maybe i was wrong about her. She tried. She knew I was upset and lonely and she made a party for me. Sure there were no candles or presents but my friends were there and in the end isn't that what really makes a party? friends. see ya in a while