1 day to 30: the final countdown

I spent many a weekend in my 20s frolicking among Warehouse District establishments. Sometimes I danced on the bar at Tequila Ranch, sometimes I rushed the stage and danced with the band at Blind Pig, and I always got late-night pizza at Panini's.

So I couldn't think of a better way to rock out the last night of my 20s with a night out on W6. Complete with my closest friends, black pants w/sparkly tops, a dance-off, copious amounts of adult beverages, and of course, body glitter.



We started the night with munchies, beers and chocolate cake shots at the Nauti Mermaid, done up like back in our early 20s heyday. Except for my little sister, who is actually in her early 20s - she just wore her regular clothes. Our server laughed at our antics but also seemed quite leery of our excessive body glitter usage.

From there we moved on to Suite Sixx, which was hosting a Metromix Ladies Night. It was perfect for an early-20s night out: $3 martinis, plus Charles Scott salon was there doing hair so I could get my tendrils re-curled.

Then, I got an ultra-amazeballs surprise: my good friend Gina appeared, having traveled all the way from Boston! Of course, I screamed and cried and jumped up and down, and the entire bar stared at me. As if they didn’t already hate me for walking around dressed like a complete trashball. Oh well, it’s my birthday, I’ll be an a**hole if I want to.

Moving on, we met the boys over at our very favorite establishment, the Velvet Dog. It’s our favorite because we happen to know people there, and they’ve always got a bottle of our cheap bubbly of choice chilling for us. We danced on the rooftop and sang Journey and Bon Jovi at the top of our lungs and I got challenged to a dance-off by a girl who had clearly underestimated my sweet dancing skills. She obviously forfeited as soon as she saw my moves.

Then we capped the night off with Panini’s pizza, duh. But I clearly didn’t learn from the mistakes of my youth, because I burned the roof of my mouth on the straight outta the oven pie. Oy.

BEST BIRTHDAY EVER. And that was just the first night.

To recap, here are my learnings from the last 30 days:

• Blogging every day is HARD.
• Hangovers in your 30s are WAY rougher than the ones in your 20s.
• If drinking excessive amounts of bubbly, eating Ramen noodles, going out on a Wednesday, and napping away your Saturdays is immature and irresponsible, I don’t ever want to grow up.
• Generic cereal is gross.

The bottom line is that I’m bringing my 20s self along on this ride. And something tells me we’re gonna kill it on our next dance-off.