Yay Birthday

Saturday was my birthday, but I decided it would be much more fun to celebrate the whole weekend instead of limiting myself to one day. I know that people are supposed to grow out of being obsessed with their birthday, but I think I missed that memo. I spend the whole week thinking and talking about how excited I am that my birthday is coming and then spend the day telling everyone that they have to be nice and let me have my way because it's my birthday. My friends called me the birthday princess. I think there might have been a mocking tone behind that name, but I choose to ignore it. My birthday madness payed off, and it turned out to be the best weekend. Saturday, for the main event, my friends and I had a cocktail party at our apartment and even made everyone dress up. I spent the day doing my sister's hair and make-up for prom and getting myself ready. My amazing friends spent the day decorating our apartment, setting out the food, and assembling our bar. Everything turned out better than we had hoped, and we had an amazing time. On Sunday my parents, sister, and grandparents took me to dinner. The only downfall was sitting in the restaurant while they made fun of me for having a rough morning. Grandpa wants a tally of how many cocktails I actually consumed. Now I can look wistfully back on the pictures, with only minor embarassment, and think about how much I loved my birthday.