February 28th: My Favorite Holiday

I wouldn’t describe myself as a narcissist. Not on any day… except my birthday. I cannot deny that I take full advantage of this glorious occasion. This includes skipping class and sleeping in, eating whatever I want, and drinking in copious amounts. This year was a little low key compared to others, and really how could celebrating my 21^st birthday in Rome be outdone? It can’t. Plus it’s all kind of down hill from there. Quite literally for me, a graceful drunk to say the least.  The sushi dinner was followed by a drunken blurry night at Brats with my favorite Londoners Red, Sliz, and Sam. Upon receiving my first drink at the bar as a 22 year old, Red and I made our way to the nearest table. Our first mistake was choosing the elevated table forcing us to stand or sit on bar stools – neither which is typically a good idea for two drunk clumsy girls. My attempt to sit down was followed by a loud crash of a drink, bar stool and giggling. There we were, on the floor of Brats, I went down and brought Red with me. All eyes on us, we managed to get up and avoid the security guards searching for the culprits of the broken glass crime scene. The rest of the night is pretty blurry… all I know is that it ended with a box of Dominoes cheesy bread—my spring semester choice of drunk food.