It seems as if each year my birthday is twice as wonderful as the year before, at this rate by the time I’m 30 my birthday will be a Capitol style celebration (you know…like in the Hunger Games) televised for the entire country to see. I will probably wear feather eyelash extensions and a pink up-do and an outfit worthy of Effie Trinket herself. That being said, I’d be perfectly pleased if every birthday could be as wonderful as this one which I spent in Whistler, Canada.
Long story short, it was a phenomenal weekend. I may have lost my temper ONCE when Jefferson broke my pink Rainbow Dash shot glass but all was forgiven once he promised he’d buy all of my friends and I “My Little Pony” shot glasses to make up for it. He’s a good boy isn’t he?! I mean…on my birthday morning (friday) I awoke to find a birthday letter from Taylor Swift hanging on the bathroom mirror to greet me. Go back and reread that, yes, you read it right. My sweet, adorable, wonderful, perfect little shot glass breaking boyfriend wrote to Taylor Swift and asked her to send me a letter for my 22nd birthday SO I really had to forgive him for the My Little Pony incident didn’t I?!
I’m getting a little off track though…back to Whistler. On Thursday night Jefferson drove to his parent’s house so he could borrow their Durango so we could cram 6 people in and head to whistler, you know, as opposed to my Corolla. It just seemed logical. Well, the odds did NOT seem to be in our favor because Jefferson drove the Durango to his friend’s house to pick up some of his snowboarding gear and when he attempted to start the car again, it just wasn’t happening. If there is one way you don’t want to see me, it is in a state of panic ridden anxiety. I may seem like a Fairy Princess, but I somehow muster up the rage of a pms-ing dragon (or something to that affect). Luckily, my darling, precious little brother offered to let us take his car to Whistler, and all was happily ever after once again.
Our time in Whistler was phenomenal. The sun was shining, our hotel room (miraculously) had enough beds for all of us (we’d been planning on forcing two people to sleep on the floor), our strawberries made it across the border without being confiscated (does writing that on the internet instantly make me a primary target for the NSA) AND to really smother icing on the cake I had my three best friends sleeping next to me for two nights in a row.
Yes, I just spent the better portion of an hour creating these cheesy bios for my friends based off of my all time favorite activity, asking people annoying ice breaker questions! Some of my favorite questions to ask include (my answers in bold):
“If you were a party song, which song would you be?” Good Time-Paris Hilton
“If you were a Disney Princess which one would you be?” Rapunzel.
“If the person to the right of you lived in the Hunger Games which district would they be in?” The Capitol, obviously.
and “If you were a dragon what would your dragon name be?” Sparkles.
If these descriptions aren’t indication enough of the good times to be had by all, I’ll just throw a few iphone photos at you.
Life’s a party and Taylor was right, twenty-two isn’t so bad! If my birthday weekend was any indication of the year to come, it’s going to be a good time. Also I don’t think it would be right to end this blog without asking…if you were a Miley Cyrus song…which one would you be? (AND WHY).