Last HB Hoorah

It’s official! I am finally moved out of my apartment in Huntington Beach. It is very bittersweet and the last time I drove away after turning in my keys I almost felt like crying (such an emotional girl). I am happy that the packing is over though. Packing is literally one of the worst things, what is even worse is packing an entire apartment alone! My boyfriend totally owes me! (side update, he is doing really well in basic training! He graduates on August 5th!) I would also like to thank my bffff because I literally would not have gotten the apartment packed without her.

The plan was to move everything out last Sunday, so my bffff, younger sister and I, wanted to do a last HB hoorah and do a few things that we had been wanting to do, like go to the OC Swap meet. The swap meet is awesome because there is so much there and it only costs $2.00 to get in. Even if you don’t buy anything it is just fun to look around. We made our way through a bunch of vendors and saw a lot of cute clothes. I found these awesome sunglasses too! There was a fun pair online that I have been wanting to buy but haven’t wanted to spend $50.00 on them, but here I found a different fun pair I liked and they were two for $15.00! Naturally I bought two pairs. They are so fun, I have been wearing them everyday.


We also found this one booth that sells hair bows, Mia C’s Bowtique. She had a lot of cute bows including wrap type ones. My bffff ended up buying 5 different bows, three of which represent her teams, hockey, football, and baseball.


One of my favorite booths was a mobile boutique called Jules Vault. It was the cutest vintage truck that you could go inside to shop. I liked basically every piece of clothing they sold! I will definitely be looking for them again.

Life is too short to wear boring clothes- Jules Vault







After the swap meet we ran a couple errands and next on the agenda were rainbows from Aloha Grill down on Main Street. If you don’t know, a rainbow is probably one of the best alcoholic beverages you can get. It is like six different slushy drinks totaling about ten different alcohols, mostly rum. The other great thing about these drinks is that they are only $7! You can get two to tipsy in less than $15, if that’s not a yummy deal then I don’t know what is.

We ended the night with a walk on the pier down to Ruby’s Diner to get shakes. It was the best chocolate banana shake of my life!


It ended up being the perfect last day to the end of my adventure in Huntington Beach. The next day my dad and his friend came to help me move out and I was sore for about four days since the elevator in our building was broken and we had to carry everything down stairs. As I said, it is really bittersweet to move. I loved the atmosphere of living down there, the commute to work was just really terrible. I also wished we would have utilized our location more. When you live at the beach it is easy to take it for granted and never really go. It makes me sad that every time I get off work my iPhone tells me that it will take me 50 minutes to get home because it thinks I am still living there. But I know that my boyfriend and I will be on to our next adventure in our life and it won’t be the last, so on to the next thing!

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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.