24

well, I have commenced my mid-20s with my first official black out. crazy, I know, that I have been gone so many times before, but that I have never really blacked out till last night. Sure, I have forgotten pieces of prior nights, but this is the first time that I have absolutely no memory of a block of my life during waking hours. it is a little scary. actually, a lot scary since apparently Black Out Laura does stuff that even Drunk Laura wouldn’t do. (obviously I can’t get my act together enough to have better prefixes for myself. look at Barbie: Malibu Barbie, Hollywood Bound Barbie, Red Hot Reviews Barbie, the Ingenue Barbie... I, on the other hand, have to give myself prefixes for my varying levels of drunkenness. I’ve come so far. really. i’m even still comparing myself to Barbie. christ, when does it end?)

things I do remember:
- grilling out twice in one day. so clutch.
- making mojitos for the first time. ashley, they were awesome, even if only in theory. and stephanie, thanks for bringing over emergency sugar even though we ended up using Splenda.
- the list that was taped to my back and contributed to my blacking out, as the thought of having to pull chest hairs off the hairiest man in the bar made me drink much faster pre-bar.
- jesse throwing kristen’s miller lite out of my window. jesse, we retrieved it this morning and plan to give it back to you for your birthday. you’re welcome.
- being really excited about seeing Tanya drive by while we were walking uptown and then at B&B! SO happy you came, diva!
- requesting MMBop when I first got to the bar

things I don’t remember:
- anything after that. at all.
- doing the other 2 (out of 10, I know, I suck) items on my list? and the one that wasn’t but that I received a Sharpied checkmark on my hand for?
- brad peeing out my window. so inexcusable. I have 2 bathrooms now!
- dancing? I don’t remember dancing. I can only imagine how awesome I was at it, then.
- who I saw
- what I said to people I don’t remember seeing
- when I left
- how many shots I took (vague recollection of a number somewhere around: a LOT)
- what I drank in general
- did I ever have to pee while I was there? I am a little perplexed by that, as I can’t see how I would’ve done so without falling over.
I woke up this morning (barely – 11:45) with everything I had on last night still on, except my shoes, my shorts, and the necklace I somehow broke. oh, and the list that I, at some point, ripped off.

But thanks to everyone who helped me celebrate it (including cruise, pf changs, drinks on thursday, & lunch on friday) and helped me get to black out stage. I’m almost positive that I had a ton of fun, and I’m always amazed at how good my friends are at making my birthdays fantastic(ly blurred). also for christening my new place with its first “small gathering”. special thanks to k-diz for knowing when to take me home to avoid me being that girl and for holding me up on the walk home. and thanks to those who sent birthday wishes. wish you all could’ve been here!

I also apologize to anyone who I saw last night … in general. For whatever I said or did, whatever I didn’t say or do, i offer my deepest blanket apology because I’m unsure of whom exactly this apology applies to.

And I guess I have to apologize to myself, after reading what I wrote 4 days ago:

I turn 24 in 3 days. crazy. I’m already used to the idea. is that strange? but I have. I’ve already convinced myself that the 23-year-old me was immature. 24-year-old me will be so much more mature, beautiful, loving, good. 23 is so young. 24 is a year of opportunity. I’ve spent the last 2 years giving myself away. now comes a year to take some of it back. god, I hope so.

ha! somehow I failed to see that 24 hours of being 24 doesn’t really make a difference. maybe i'll give myself 24 more years. god, that's weird. i can't even imagine how many more appearances Drunk Prefix Lauras will make in the next 24 years.