This year, on the 24th of November, I turned 22. As an obvious rite of passage, I listened to nothing but "22" by Taylor Swift every time I was driving in my car. Even though every time I hear the first line of the song I think she's going to say "it feels like a perfect night to dress up like Hitler," I knew it was the perfect night to dress up - my friend had a party planned! We referred to it as a "surprise party" so that I would not have to be involved (which is considered a loving gesture to the generally apathetic) but we planned all the details in advance so that everything would go perfectly. She got me some pink and green wine to drink out of the classiest of red solo cups and 50 chicken mcnuggets from McDonalds. Fifty. It was an incredible gesture. The special fancy adult party room was rented, handmade decorations were crafted, friends arrived, and we played Cards Against Humanity all night, my one request. I've been trying to have a god damn game night for a good 4 years now and I finally used and abused my birthday to make it happen. And, let me tell you, it was a frickin great time. I'm not a crazy rager; I don't like to be at parties surrounded by hundreds of belligerent strangers who keep "accidentally" touching my butt. (How many times do I have to reiterate - when I feel a squeeze, I know it isn't an accident!) So this was the perfect event - I got to dress up and have a laugh with my closest friends. It was far from a disappointing birthday party, but I won using that card. I won the whole frickin game! Happy Birthday to me, losers!!
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