Throw back 9

Jul 9, 2007
Journal 9, the birthday
Current mood: sick
K ya'll. I know you expected me to go freaking crazy on my 25th... well, I got SICK! I mean throat hurting sick not puking like I should be sick. Let me start from the beginning...
I worked on my birthday. Not so bad... actually, I had a good day. My co-workers got me a card and these obnoxious yellow flowers that were larger than if I made my arms into a circle. I have never gotten such perfect flowers that suited my personality before. They even got me a chocolate cake - again awesome. Then I went to the Texas Embassy, a tex mex place- because of the margaritas, not the food. Food sucks. So anyway, on my way there, I had these obnoxious flowers, I was sweating hard core in the tube and taking so much space with these flowers. Well, I got off the tube station and have no idea where I am supposed to be heading. I call my roomie Michael from this massively populated area. I mean, people were just chillin in this square... for no reason (Piccadilly Circus, if any of you know where that is) and he doesn't know where I am, then it hits me, "I'm surrounded by Londonites, why don't I ask a complete stranger..." Well, I did. They were tourists. damn. Then this guys asks me how much I want for my flowers, and I told them they weren't for sale because they were my birthday flowers. Then all these people started wishing me happy birthday - this guy (tattoos, piercings, tank top and YES people a MULLET) offered me something sketch out of a big 'ol juice bottle. As tempted as I was, I had to refuse and instead asked for directions. Thankfully, they were right and I arrived right in front of the Texas embassy.... BUT WAIT! What was this, the damn tour de france is in London? They are peddling right in front of the texas embassy? ....They are blocking my way of getting MY birthday margaritas!!!!!! Fuck the bicyclers... Btw, doesn't even start till the 7th... WHY ARE THERE BARRACADES PREVENTING ME FROM GETTING TO THE ALCOHOL!?!?! Well, I start asking the police man how I was going to get across, he kept blowing me off, and then I started to get impatient... so i kept asking and asking, then finally he opens the barracades, and apparently they had a make shift walkway, they just needed people to get out of the way...
Sheepishly I make my way across the street to Michael and my margaritas... all these people were supposed to meet me there, did they? no! Only the true blue roomies... which is ok though. I was happily tipsy and i got hit on by a canadian waiter, from Ontario. I think we got him in trouble... which leads me to the second part of my night.
I went out with a bunch of marines... I preface this with the story of how we met.
I called Post one. Out of nowhere, I just felt the need. Well, and I told my roommates I'd see what they were up to for the 4th of July. Here's the conversation:
"Post one" - "hi, this is going to be a weird request so hear me out."
"ok" - "ok, my name is athena, I'm go to FSU and I'm currently going to school here." - "ok" - "ok, and my parents work at the embassy in bucharest, and i know you guys usually do something for the 4th of july..." - "yes" - "ok, I know you have to do that ambassador thing, but usually the marines go out afterwards and party" -"yes" - "well, I was wondering if my roommates and I could party with you..." "ummm... hold on"
Dead silence *athena thoughts* These guys think I am completely crazy...
"hello" -uh, different guy -"hi" - "what was your question again?" I repeat myself. "ok, there is a guy that always goes out, let me give you his number" (Background - get her number, don't just give my number out!) - "how about i give you my number..." "heard that did you?" "yeah..."
Anyway, we got together and got drunk, the turtle appeared... good times.
Ok, so we end up going out with the marines on my birthday. Long story short, we were there past curfew, who ever was in charge told me to stand down when i introduced myself... who fucking does that? anyway, so they probably got in trouble but i haven't talk to them, because I got sick on Sat. morning...
Which brings me to the guy smoking crack in the telephone booth... never seen anyone do that before... i wanted to scare him by attacking the phone booth, but Maegan (my sick partner) wisely told me not to mess with the guy with crack...
ok, so far that's it. I'll let you know how this cold goes.
love you.