Birthday's Bring Detox...

Thanks to all who came on Friday. I think Southport City Saloon didn't believe me when I said about 50 people were coming for my birthday...maybe next time you'll believe me Saloon. But seriously, I felt really loved. Below is the only photo I have from the entire night.



This year I only have a handful of apology cards to hand out, which is REALLY a step up from last year.

My Liver. Time and time again I kick her and she gets back up for more! She lasted through pre-party prosecco, beer and several shots at Southport City Saloon, more beer and more then several shots at Schoolyard and only at 3 a.m. started to shut down on me at Green Mill. I dare say, she was a real sport. I'm sorry little liver for putting you through that.

Green Mill Man. Dear Green Mill Man, apologies for giving you a verbal tounge lashing, causing my friends to build a barricade with their bodies around me. And by that I mean he might have brushed my elbow on accident and I full on yelled at him like he tried to punch me in the teeth. A result of one too many whiskey shots? No. A result of 20 too many.

People who's phone numbers I have. I'm guessing there are some people who wish I didn't have their phone number on Friday. Yes, I had 50 people at my birthday party. But apparently I found it reasonable to sneakily text harass the few people who didn't make it. YIKES...so for those people I harassed via text message and perhaps in another language, I promise to get the device that protects you (and your friends) from your drunk text messages.

That's about it. I usually don't apologize for anything (OK that's a big lie, I say I'm sorry a lot for no reason...but rarely do I mean it) but a few captain crazy moments slipped out. And Green Mill Man? I owe you something sweet, like a cupcake.