XXI stands for 21

So those of you who are friends of mine, know I just turned 21. It was as epic as I thought it would be, and even though my celebration lasted for an entire week I'm deeply saddened to see it pass.

I haven't written in little bit, because obviously I've been busy getting shitfaced or (insert crude slang term for being completely drunk here). But I guess for those of you who don't know me, I should probably fill you on my recent adventures. My actual birthday consisted of taking birthday cake shots at midnight and then driving to see a sign that my family put up on a famous local bridge. I had a great day spent with friends and family.

I went to Eli Cannon's, a pub, in a town near by and ordered my first beer on tap. Saranac Blueberry Blonde will forever be special for me. I partook in a delicious meal, and another beer (Stone-Cali Beligique) both beers were equally delicious. My sister and her boyfriend took me to the actual bar to take my first shot, which was coincidentally a red headed slut, for those of you who don't know me...I am a red head (not natural) for now at least i'm a red head. To jump off topic for a second here, if you've ever seen Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, I am very much like Ramona Flowers. Her famous quote being "Dude, I change my hair every week and a half, get used to it." HA!

Dessert neared and I was made to close my eyes. When I opened I found my birthday cake. It was an exact replica of a Thomas Hooker Watermelon Ale bottle. So amazing! It's my favorite beer, and what was beautifully represented by my mothers amazing skills. I got some swell gifts including an a ray of Pop! Animal figurines that I collect, look them up they are incredible.

After Wednesday, my actual birthday, Thursday arrived and my sister Lauren and I attended Chili's for dinner. I ordered us two Blue Moons, just because I could;), and proceeded not to get carded. The disappointment and sadness on my face said it all.

The real important night of my birthday events was Friday! And no it wasn't because Rebecca Black told me to get down on Friday. My sister Lauren, my sister Brittany and her boyfriend Pete and I were going to Foxwoods to really celebrate my birthday, in other words...get extremely wasted or (again, insert slang term for being super drunk).

We met up with my Uncle early evening to get settled in our room at the MGM Grand. We were not aware of what we had in stored for us until we walked up to the double doors of our hotel suite! My uncle proceeded to show us that we had a doorbell, and we opened it up to find an entire living room, an attached bedroom, a bar, a kitchen, dining room table, and an incredible view. It was like The Hangover, and like Phil says we were obviously going to have a great fucking time. We pre gamed before we went to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner and all of  us indulged in two alcoholic beverages which came equipped with a souvenir glass.

We then headed back to the room to pregame again while we got ready to go to Shrine for dancing. After getting dressed up to the nines and slightly buzzed, we gulped down some more shots and drinks and headed down to the club. We danced for hours, had my name put up in lights and it was an epic time. We strolled into our pimp suite around 3 in the morning and passed out for more festivities to come tomorrow.

After obviously having a great fucking time the night before, we headed home for my family Toga party. Greek inspired party where we all dressed as Greek gods and goddesses. Delicious food, good people, good games, good drinks, good party over all. A Successful end to an amazingly epic and perfect 21st birthday week.

So thank you to all those who made it a point to make this an amazing birthday for me, 21...now my life can start!