Saturday Night

Saturday night, I took a bunch of friends out to dinner and decided that I was too scrub to pay for all of them. I could have afforded it, but then I'd be broke for the rest of the year, and I hate being broke. So I told people to bring their own money, and to NOT bring me a present. Then half of them guilt-tripped themselves into bringing me a present anyway. *win* I did bring enough money to pay for everyone that night though, even if none of them decided to bring any money. I guess you could say I have paranoia. Though I say I want to save money, later that night I spent ~$90 paying for movie tickets anyway. So overall I spent about ~$150 in one night... might sound like a lot... but when I think about it.... that's a pretty cheap 18th. I wish my parents had just given me the $70 they spent on the awkward dinner. I don't think of my family as rich, but $70 on an 18th dinner isn't much to complain about. Dad obviously didn't think so...

Eh, putting that aside--- dinner was rather pleasant. Despite booking for enough people, the restaurant decided to give us less tables, because "sometimes people book for more and then they don't show up". That, I found immensely annoying. So people arrived, and they had to stand because there weren't enough seats. So I started being rude to the restaurant staff, and I think that annoyed one of my friends. Oh well.

The food was served, and our table was this long, rectangular table. Not quite the best set-up for conversation, no. I had no idea what the other end was saying. Luckily I had invited a bunch of easily-going people, and they entertained themselves. Food was generally good- and a friend made me a Pikachu cake- which sadly looked demented. However, the demented cake tasted delicious, so I guess that made up for it. I guess presentation doesn't matter that much, as long as it tastes like heaven. Me, being me, massacred the cake as I tried to cut it, and the pieces became progressively larger as I approached the end. Well, good for me, because I'm quite sure I got the largest piece. Too bad by then I had bloated myself and ate waaaay too much for my own good.

My wonderful friends, being the wonderful friends they are, decided to get me another batch of presents. Most memorably, there was a beanbag--- and 3 stashes of bean-bag fillings. These massive, 1m tall bags of Styrofoam fillings were the most awkward things to carry around. Lucky they don't weigh much. I can only imagine how we appeared to the restaurant staff, entering holding these beanbag fillings. Then someone gave me porn for my birthday--- though my Mother might consider it inappropriate (not that I have any intention of letting her find out), I thought it was great. Nothing is more appropriate for an 18th than porn--- I mean, it's the sole benefit of turning 18, right? 


Among my other presents were chocolates, a notebook, a card I have yet to open and an owl made from an easily shatterable (porcelain?) material which I was paranoid of smashing. Am paranoid of smashing.

7 of us decided to stay for a movie--- and I totally ignored my Mother's curfew of 9pm. Luckily I had friends who could drive me home. We watched Ted- which was quite hilarious, and I found myself laughing almost the whole way through. Of course there were plenty of crude jokes- basically it was my kind of movie. I may or may not have embarrassed everyone next to me through loud laughter- but the whole cinema was laughing, I couldn't have been that bad...

Now I'm home, safe and sound, with my stash of presents next to me. Yes, Saturday is wonderful. It feels more like my actual birthday than Thursday- Thursday was rather miserable. Tonight is certainly one of the best nights of my life- and now it actually feels like... I've had a birthday. Didn't actually feel like I was 18 on Thursday or Friday.

...Aaaand I've got another party to attend Sunday evening. I wonder how my parents feel about that. I haven't told them yet. Oh well. I'll figure something out.

It's nice having a real birthday, even if it's not on the actual day of your birthday.