So the main reason I tend not to get horrifically drunk (aside from the fact that I always have to soberly drive home) is that usually drunk equals embarrassment. Tonight was no exception.
But it was birthday drunk and despite the embarrassment that being drunk usually/always entails, I had a kick ass time. I even gave out my number to a man wearing a cashmere scarf. Why? well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. That’s what birthday drunk is for. So many of my nearest and dearest (which I have even though I have only lived here for a few months) came out to celebrate and I cannot come up with words enough to thank them all.