Sweet nectar of the gods 

Tonight my mother is hosting a birthday party for me, because god forbid anyone in my family have a birthday go by without one. So most of my very large extended family (cousins, second cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.) will crowd into the house and pretend like it really isn't almost two weeks after I already turned 29.

Woo-hoo.

Considering I will be confined with my family for a portion of my evening my dear and wonderful friend Lyzz proclaimed we need to go out afterwards. Oh hell yeah. The plan is to try our brand spanking new Irish bar, Harp & Fiddle, post birthday debacle. I mean party. I'm so ubelieveably excited about it I can't stand it! I've been waiting for that place to open since I found out at the beginning of the year what was going into the empty space downtown.

If things go well I'll also be meeting up with friend Allison from the part time job. She invited me out with another of her buds and the 10-12 Army and Marine boys they were going out with to the Hardware Bar.

Beer+military boys+one horny redhead = recipe for disaster

Bring on the Smithwick's baby, mama needs to get her drink on tonight.