Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like P-Diddy…

Yeah. I seemed to think it was a cool idea to drink and party for 5 out of the 7 days of this week.  I came to a brutal realization this morning that my life is NOT a Ke$ha song. Or Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” song. Or even more closely related, Katy Perry‘s song, “Last Friday Night (TGIF)”. Seriously. I need to detox. My body is so exhausted. I can’t even eat real food or beverages anymore. FML.

Pictorials from birthday extravaganza weekend part 1 (part 2 to commence this Friday):
Seb’s house party. I wait every year for this party because I can literally drunkenly stumble home. I was sad because the cops came and broke up the party at like 1am and forced everyone inside which erupted an awesome Bruno Mars singalong. And I met a childhood friend! Win.


Bianca’s birthday! Too much fun…from what I can remember. As you can see, I DID make it into Republic. Leaving is something I don’t remember. But I do remember the curb. And the random Meditteranean food. Flash of a cab. Destroying the cab. And then waking up to my credit card missing (which my neighbour found but by then I had already cancelled the card — and for a good reason). Yeah. All this happened like by 1am.

I blame this ALL on Ke$ha. But all in all, good times as always! Can’t wait to do it all (almost all) again this weekend!