27 Years

Well Brittany, welcome to 27. How strange is it that I am in my late 20’s? It doesn’t feel right to me for some reason. This past Saturday my boyfriend, one sister, friends, and I went to Lazy Dog for my birthday and on the way there all of these thoughts were going through my head like what am I doing with my life? I feel like I am at a time in my life where it is hard to not compare myself to my friends. We are all mostly the same age yet half are married, some have already bought a house, and even having babies now. As for me, I share a one bedroom apartment with my boyfriend and we are no where near getting engaged, but rather trying to stay afloat so we can make a life for ourselves… eventually. I feel like that is my go to word, “well it will happen, eventually”. It is easy to fall into the down feeling of things not going the way you thought they were. I think that is the problem, we, or at least I, had and still have all of these expectations of how my life would go and it is just not happening.

What made me feel better about this was finally opening up to a couple of my girls and realizing that they felt the same but in their own ways. Talking about it helped and the fact that we now constantly remind each other that it just isn’t our time. My bfffff posted a good blog the other night called Timeline, and she used this quote (I am not sure where she got it from):

Remember that the timeline of your love life will always be the right timeline for you. Who cares if your one friend got married at 24 or your other friend got engaged at 29 or your sister had her first baby at 31. Remember that whichever way your life works out is the exact way it is supposed to work out.

I keep reminding myself that I am unique and I do not want to be like everyone else. The time for my life to fall together in the way I want it to is coming. I have to trust in God’s timing, be patient, and be happy for what I have because truly I am very fortunate. I have a loving family, the most perfect sisters in the world, a boyfriend that I love and I know I want to spend my life with, and the most amazing best friends. I truly do have it all when I think about it. So here is to turning 27. I want this to be the year I MAKE things happen, not just WAIT for them to happen.

New Bag!

I went to Las Vegas on Tuesday to go to a trade show for work and since I was out there, I got to see my Roomie!! I had a dinner first for work but she got to come meet us after at the Ghost Bar. It was a short meeting but it was so fun! Annnnd she gave me my birthday present. Please witness how cute and convertible it is:

It’s called the “Wallaby Mama Bag-In-Bag”. There are 5 different ways to wear this baby! She got it from Charming Charlie (my favorite place, I got some cute bracelets there today that I will show you later)!

 

Right after this blog I will be changing over to it because I can’t wait to use it. It’s the perfect start to Spring, especially in this warm weather we are having!!

You can find the bag here!

 

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26 Years Young

So today is my birthday, I am now 26. I don’t fully know how I feel about this. I have been told twice that this is now considered late 20’s but I refuse to believe that. In my opinion 24-26 are considered mid 20’s because hello, they are in the middle! Someone else told me that it is just a downhill slope from here. Again, refusing to believe this! But as my birthday approached I was worried that they were right! I had no urge or want to do anything for my birthday, or at least nothing big. I feel like it would be silly of me to plan something for my birthday because I am 26, it doesnt seem important. But my bfffff came down last night and we went to get milkshakes at Ruby’s on the pier. They were amazing and it was nice and laid back. I love the beach in the winter because there is no one there. Anyways, I was reflecting on the past 25 years of my life since I am starting a new quarter. I was feeling kind of down about it like I don’t have that much to show for it except for a B.A. in English, which basically means I am a bad ass at English, and a job that doesn’t have anything to do with my degree. But there it is, hanging up on the wall in my office.

But as I was starting down the path of self-deprecation I paused. Even though I have a degree that I am not currently using, I still got that degree. In my first quarter of life I had completed all of my schooling from start to finish. Not only do I have an education, I also have a job, a great boyfriend, and great friends. So maybe I am not exactly where I thought I would be at this age, but I am not in a bad place. I now have a whole new quarter to start getting to where I want to be now that I have all of the fundamentals down.

So here is to 26, let’s see what I can do!

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Quarter of a Century Celebration

This past Saturday, the 7th, it was my 25th birthday, as I said in my short previous post Birthday Preview. The plan was that my boyfriend, the Fab Five plus one husband and one date, the Quad Pod (which consists of myself, two sisters, and my best friend), and my sisters boyfriend were all going to the bars in downtown Huntington Beach. It was a perfect plan because my boyfriend lives about four miles from Main Street. Side note: speaking about my boyfriend, he did an amazing job with my birthday present! He got me a silver infinity necklace with diamonds on it, and guess where it was from?… JARED! I about died. I made the half joke that he wants to be with me forever because he gave me an infinity sign. He stared at me and said, “That’s what that means? Where’s the receipt!?” I just rolled my eyes at him.

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Anyways, everyone met down at his apartment around 5. We hung out and drank for a couple hours then headed downtown to eat and start the night. We piled into two cars. The plan was to leave them down there and take a cab back. Dinner was amazing at Aloha Grill, mostly for the rainbows. A rainbow is this amazing drink that consists of about six different slushy type drinks with ten different alcohols. Yes we counted off the menu. These drinks were a good kick start to our buzz. Dinner was great, but then I took a bite of my roomie’s chili cheese fries and dropped one down the front of my top, which was white of course. I literally drenched the whole front of my top in the restroom with cold water to try to get the chili out. It faded for the most part, but now I had a wet, white shirt…great.

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When dinner was done we headed to the first actual bar. It was an Irish pub type bar my boyfriend likes, called Killarney’s, because it has cheap drinks and apparently no matter how drunk you are, they will let you stumble on is anyways. This is where it started. I started off cool with a cranberry vodka. We were all just gathered around a table talking. Then my best friend orders her, my sisters, and myself a shot. It was a “Washington Apple” and was pretty good aside from the fact that it burned. Not too long later we had ANOTHER shot, this time a “Cactus Cooler”. Those are really good. Need I remind you all though as I have said in previous posts, I don’t really drink that often (#twototipsy), and I was now a pregame drink, a large, ten alcohol full rainbow, a cranberry vodka, and two shots in. This was almost three times my two drink limit.

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Everyone else was starting to get drunk too, especially my little sister. These two guys were talking to the girls in our group, not in a creepy way at all though, they seemed enjoyable. One asked my name and I told them it was Brittany. He couldn’t hear me so he thought I said Becky. I tried to correct him and he still couldn’t hear so he said he was just going to call me Becky. My intoxicated self thought it was funny, but my intoxicated little sister did not take this lightly. She retorted, “No,” With her wait a minute finger stance, “Her name is Brittany and you will call her by her real name.” BOOM. We all just stared and laughed. The guy tried a lame pick up line on one of the girls and they said to try it on my little sister and he said, “No she is aggressive.” Who knew my little sister was feisty while drinking. Give her a few and she becomes a women’s rights activist. VOTES FOR WOMEN!
Eventually we were done being Irish and left the pub for another bar. **Just a side note for the whole night, my ID expired on my birthday and I renewed it four weeks prior and it still didn’t come and STILL hasn’t, resulting in me having to use my passport to get into the bars which holds one of the worst pictures of my entire life. No exaggeration, I wore a thick white headband and the background was white so half of my head looks like it is missing, and they stretched it so I look fat.** Okay back to the story, we ended up at our next, and turned out last stop Black Bull. This worked out because my boyfriend wanted us to end up here eventually because it’s so big. Our group split up here because us girls wanted to dance. My older sister bought me a rum and coke which was disgusting. She brought it back to the bar and asked for more coke in it. I am such a weenie. By this point I wasn’t really dancing, just more white girl swaying I would say since my coordination was diminishing by the minute. Suddenly this guy out of no where comes in front of me and started trying to grind on me. I literally just stood there and stared at him. When he turned to look at me his face dropped and he said I’m sorry and walked away. I felt bad, the poor guy was so embarrassed and ran away with his tail between his legs.

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Still on the dance floor, it was starting to get pretty packed, and a guy bumped me and spilt a tiny bit of his drink on my back. I tried to wipe it and here came my little activist sister with an, “Um excuse me, did you just spill on her? It is her birthday!” I grabbed her arm and pulled her away before she could say more. After my rum and coke, one of the girls bought me ANOTHER drink. This one was my favorite though, a Dirty Shirley, as I’ve mentioned in one of my previous blogs, Tragic Trippin. After this I was done. All I wanted was a water. We met up with the rest of the group and I found an empty booth and just sat there chasing the straw in my cup of water with my mouth, trying to take a drink. My roomie, best friend, and I practiced the buddy system and went to the bathroom, where one of them got sick (don’t worry girls I won’t say who). When we came out last call was ready and the lights were on. Naturally we started singing “Closing Time”. I went back to my seat of confined, drunken, death and waited for everyone to want to leave. I wanted nothing more than to be in bed.
Finally we left, got two cabs, and drove home. We were so close, almost home with no incidents until, my best friend. How I love her so much, while walking through the apartment parking lot almost home free, she trips over her own feet and just falls on her knees. My sister and her boyfriend drag her back to her feet and we make it home. I got straight in my pjs, washed my face, drank water and Gatorade, threw up, and went right to bed before anyone else.

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The morning was terrible in one of those swear you’re never going to drink again moments. People started waking up and all I wanted was for them to shut up. My head felt like someone was punching me from the inside. My boyfriend brought me a Gatorade, which I drank and promptly threw up. My sister asked if I wanted food and I asked for a tortilla. A plain tortilla was all I wanted. I ate that, drank more Gatorade, took aspirin and went back to sleep. The rest of the gang went to brunch at Fred’s, that I was supposed to meet them at, but never did. They had to get the cars still so they thought it was a good idea to walk to brunch. It was only a little less than three miles and it was a nice day. They regretted that decision when it turned out it was over four miles. I finally decided I could get up so I got ready and cleaned up the kitchen and living room. By the time they got back I was actually alive again, and all those thoughts about never drinking again were diminishing.

A Tragic Short- Creepin

Here’s to the guy who tried so hard to dance with my roomie when we went to down town Fullerton for her birthday the other Saturday. I am not a fan of down town Fullerton and this weekend did not convince me otherwise, but there was some good entertainment. There we were in bar, and us girls, the usual Fab Five plus a couple more, were dancing on the dance floor while the boyfriends were posted up at the bar keeping an eye on us. As I was looking back from checking where the boys were, I saw him. He was dancing alone, which I guess wouldn’t be so weird except for the fact that he was really alone. He was just grooving all by himself with his long, greasy hair, leather jacket, harem pants, and combat boots. It was quite the ensemble. I noticed this guy getting closer and closer to my roomie, who was pretty tipsy by this point. We could all tell that he wanted to dance with her, but she kept putting her back to him because even slightly intoxicated, her inhibitions told her that this guy was weird. She made it obvious she didn’t want to dance.
Finally this guy got brave and got in front of my roomie. She didn’t know what to do with this confrontation so she kept dancing. Suddenly he picked her up, put her legs around him, and bent her over and started grinding, conveniently holding her up with his hands under her butt. None of us knew what to do so we just stared. He brought her back up and she looked so shocked and we all started laughing. T being her usual self, pulls her phone out and asked him if he could do it again. With no hesitation he grabs my roomie again and picks her up while T snaps pictures. It had to be the funniest and boldest thing we had seen. We promptly left soon after that leaving the guy behind wondering what he did wrong.

He moved so fast that these were the only pictures we got…

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