Turning Thirty....

Well... Two of my friends have birthdays today. One is Twenty-nine, and the other thirty. We arrived at the house around 6:30pm... It's currently 12:30am the next morning. The party is in full swing and everyone is having a blast.

I have finally realized something... Jello shots are evil. The host (also the one turning 30) made several DOZEN shooters with vodka jello. I'm still able to type at a respectable rate, and can have enough of a coherent through to write this blog. Driving is out. Happily, we are responsible enough to have a designated driver.

I have been getting some pictures.... Some BLACKMAIL pictures. Cue evil laughter.

Gladly, I do not have to work tomorrow (or is that later today?). I have the feeling I will be sleeping in, or at least spending a bit of time in bed past the normal time.

As I am doing this blog post at a friends, I'm trying to be quiet, so that I don't get sucked into the party vortex again right away.

I can hear several people yelling for another round of jello shots. As this evil concoction has its hooks into my fragile psyche, I believe I will go and add some more of the devil's brew to my currently pickled system.