I'm a single black mother that is raising a wonderful lil boy!!!
My son's birthday party turned out pretty nice even though it poured out like crazy and it was last minute. He got a few nice gifts including his first bike!!!!!! He loves that thing. Although he doesn't know how to pedal, he loves it when you push it for him and he loves to pose on it for pictures. Is he conceited or what? Oh yeah his new thing now is to say cheese when he takes pictures. He learned this when I just recently took him to Wal-Mart to get his 3 year pics taken.
After the party died down around 9ish, I went out to celebrate his birthday. Me and my sis went out with the guys to go bowling. Plus it was $2 Tuesday. I learned that I'm not a good bowler, but I did learn that I'm a good drinker!!! I guess that's something to be proud of. My God did I get wasted!!!! And after 28 years of knowing my sister, she freaking hurls!!!!! It was hilarious!!!!! We were sitting around doing all kinds of shots from Lemon Drops (which one of the guys like that I picked out) to Kamikazes. Then the same guy who liked the lemon drops was doing shots of tequila, so he wanted my sis and I to do the last one of this. After about 10 minutes of disagreeing because of my history with Jose, I gave in. We all did the shot and my sis was like good God did it burn my throat. I quickly ordered a tall glass of water so I wouldn't get sick. But she's sitting there dry heaving and we're all like take your ass to the bathroom. So she ran to the bathroom and I ran after her. She calimed that she just spit in the toliet but that's bullshit in my book. You know she just threw up, but she wasn't trying to be a punk. But you have a first time for everything.
Any way all I know that I was too fucked up to drive home so I crashed at their place and didn't get up until 6am so that I could go back home and get dressed and get ready for work. But the morning was pretty tough. I drank a couple cups of coffee and ate something greasy for breakfast. I was ok pretty much the rest of the day. But if I didn't have to get payroll out at work, I would of called in sick like a muthafucka!!! Man that day just reminded me that I'm getting old. When I was younger this shit was everyday for me. Kicking it, drinking, going to sleep at wee hours of the morning, and getting up and going to work was a ritual for me. But now that shit will kick me in the ass if I don't get a 3-4 days rest from it. Man!!!
But anyway what was important was that my son had a good time. He was happy to be around his family and friends and eating cake!!!!
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