They Weren’t Ready

Who says turning 22 isn’t as cool as 21. I think I had more fun for this birthday than ever before. My birthday was on Sunday, but I started celebrating on Friday. I went to Giovanni’s and had the BEST dinner I have ever had in my entire life. I got the pan seared salmon and ate the entire thing. I’m getting hungry thinking about it. After dinner I left the fam and headed to Atlantic Beach to party with my friends. Saturday I felt like I got run over by a semi so I was planning on taking it easy until later that night. Nope, I started at it again around 2pm and ended up back at the bar until dinner. Saturday we went to Max’s in Jax Beach. Soooo good. The feasting of the weekend was awesome. At the end of dinner I got a delicious piece of cake with a candle and the piano player sung happy birthday in the fasted tempo I have ever heard. After dinner we went out, but the bars were so packed and unpleasant, I was home early. Sunday was the day though. My official birthday had arrived and I look outside to see the weather is horrible. I was soo sad, but to my amazement everyone still wanted to follow through with the plan. Oh yes, a kickball game. About 20 of us showed up to play at San Pablo fields. We jumped the many fences and started the game. I was the captain for the first game and of course we dominated. The second game was even better because we had less people and still kicked butt.

People were trying to recover from the weekend so a lot of my friends went home. Not I. Five of us went back to my friend Mal’s house and hung out for a little until we went to the Ritz. Just my friends Tom and Julie came out, but Julie left early. Tom and I stayed at the Ritz for about five hours, until Mal called from Chicago’s Pizza and offered me some food. I couldn’t pass that up, so I went and inhaled my delicious thick crust black olive pizza. After that I was done. It was only like ten at night but I was ready for bed. The weather was getting worse and worse and the wind was monsooning. I had the bright idea of running to Mal’s car. I still had my kickball gear on because I never changed. So I was wearing sneakers, but somehow I managed to twist my ankle and fall to the ground right in front of the Ritz. I thought I freakin broke my leg, but I kept on truckin. The next morning my mom asked me what time I got home thinking it would be really late. I told her I was in bed by 10:30 and she couldn’t believe it. Yeah mom, I charge way hard during the day and responsibly go to sleep early for school the next day. Like an angel.

This weekend is my final dance competition!!! Orlando here I come and I’m bringing the posse. Watch out!