Bday girl

Okay, I celebrated Liz’s big 22nd birthday (although she feels like this is her 42nd bday) on Saturday at the ol’ Olive Garden with a few of her friends and we had a pretty good time. Rachel was hilarious with her many voices and her REALLy weird family stories and Ben and Lauren they were cool as well. I thought it was pretty interesting when Lauren said that she had only blown her nose maybe three or four times in her life. Now I thought that was a little too hard to believe personally. I mean, that’s like hearing someone say that they never farted before! It just doesn’t happen!
Other than that odd exchange, we had a lot of fun sharing our mutual hatred for dirty, smelly hippies who think showering is too much of a hassle! I never understood people who have an aversion against bathing… I mean, even freakin’ animals have enough sense to bathe!


After the dinner it was time to play some Laser Tag! Liz and I were the only ones up for it we told the others to go to hell and put a curse on all of them and then we set out to shoot some lasers! I hadn’t played this damn game in years, but I was looking forward to strapping on the ol laser blaster and going to town on some freakin’ kids! Then Liz and I realized that these bastards might have an advantage on us since these kids grew up with first person shooter video games. Also, I had forgotten that theses places usually have black lights installed and my orange shirt became a neon sign that screamed “SHOOT ME!”
When the game began, I was doing fairly well until some teeny bopper chick runs into at full sprint and her shoulder pad thing nails me right in the chin. Well, she starts screaming sorry over and over again in that typical teeny bopper voice and I said it was cool before shooting her. In fact I made it a mission from then on to shoot her as many times as possible! That’ll teach her to fucking run!
Well despite all that, I did fairly well considering my rustiness and I was able to shoot Liz more than she was able to shoot me by one shot. Liz is a very competitive woman and I could tell that she didn’t like losing. My super funky chicken victory super dance probably didn’t help either.

We then decided to shoot some pool to finish out the night. We were having a pretty good time until I realized that the place was filled to capacity with people and I couldn’t take a damn shot without asking some dumb ass to move out of the way.
To make matters worse, there were a bunch of chicks at a table next to us and ALL of them smoked like freakin’ chimneys. I was reminded how much I freakin’ DESPISE smokers. Why the hell would anyone want to start this filthy, disgusting habit is beyond me. If they want to smell like an ashtray and look like shit, that’s their right, but I sure as hell don’t!
Anyway, I had all I could take and we got the hell out of their before I snapped! Ugh…. So unclean…

Later on, we ate some of what was left of a delicious cake that Rachel had baked… mmmmm… now that was some goooood eatin’!

I then left the birthday girl’s place and promptly crashed on my nice comfy bed at around 1am. It was a pretty cool night overall.