It's my birthday b****

That was a phrase I kept repeating in my drunken state. How embarrassing now that I am sober enough to realize how rude and annoying it is. Ah the things alcohol makes us do.

I had a whole plan for how I wanted to celebrate my 20^th birthday on Saturday. I wanted it to be special and different, to do something I cant do anywhere else. So I had planned to have a “apero”/picnic next to the Seine with my friends. One day I was hanging out by the Seine in Ile-St.Louis, next to Notre-Dame, and I saw a group of girls preparing a picnic for a friend’s birthday. They had food, wine, cake and to make it even cuter/romantic, candles. Yes ladies and gentlemen, candles. How cute is that?! I right then decided that I wanted that for my birthday. Unfortunately Mother Nature had other plans for me. We weren’t able to do it because it was cold and raining! The week before my birthday was so sunny and warm and of course for my birthday it decided to get cold and rainy, so typical.  Therefore we were only going to meet up to get dressed together and then go to a bar for pre-drinks before going dancing. 

Before meeting up with my friends I ended up going to the theater last minute with the kid's grandmother and her sister to watch a play called “ Un stylo sur la tete” (a pen on the head) with this famous French actor. It was a last minute thing because the grandfather wasn’t able to go and they didn’t want to let the ticket go to waste, so they invited me to go with them.

I was a bit hesitant about going to the theater since I had been invited to the theater once by this guy as a date and it was sooo boring! It ended up being a tiny tiny theater, for probably max. 20 people, it was a monologue and I did not understand the story at all. However, I really liked this play! I was able to understand what was going on and it was a comedy, unlike the other sad and serious monologue.

I then headed to my friends house to get ready. We were supposed to go to a bar called “Long Island” because they too have cheap cocktails for 5 euros. But again we ended up not going, because one of my friends didn’t have much money and well we all couldn’t afford to spend that much money, so we decided to buy drinks and pre-drink at my friends house. I bought a bottle of rose wine for myself thinking that that would be enough since I am so lightweight and specially with wine. However, I was almost done with the bottle and I was not tipsy at all! We were all trying to drink as fast as possible because it was almost 11pm and we weren’t tipsy yet, hadn’t finished our drinks and had to leave soon to get to the bar on time (we were heading to a bar called “The Financier” that has a dance floor). We were just goofing off and being silly taking pictures when suddenly it hit all of us, we were suddenly really drunk. We must’ve given people a very interesting show on the metro: 3 girls being so loud and just, well, drunk. I guess I was the worst of them. You know those girls you see on the metro who are so wasted and haven’t even gotten to the club? You know those girls who are so loud and annoying, and get looks from everybody inside the metro/public transportation? Yeah? Well we were one of those, and want to know my excuse? I even gave my friends a speech about this. My excuse was “It’s my birthday, I get to do what I want” Here's my speech:

"Shh, people are looking at me...well us. But you know what? I don't care because it's my birthday and you only turn 20 once. It's like...like a full moon which happens every..when does a full moon happen?"

Yeah... I can already see everybody doing this face:

Haha, I know I was so stupid and such a brat.

Anyways, after disrupting people’s calm train ride, we got off and I being the only one who had been to the bar before, was the guide, except that I guided us the wrong direction. Thankfully I was conscious enough to realize that we were walking the wrong way and I managed to find the bar. We got inside the bar and were waiting for our French friends to get there and another American friend. I will just sum up the rest of the night because even I don’t know in which order everything happened and I am still questioning if all of this happened.... I have no idea how much more I drank after my friends house, but Im guessing more than I thought because I apparently finished the bottle of vodka with orange juice we had brought (I had no idea I had done this until my friends told me the next day), I had some of my friends mojito and I finished my friends glass with redbull and jagger. For crazy stuff that I did, well I kinda ended up making out with 4 different people, and they were all somehow connected to each other haha. I almost got into a fight with a girl, okay no I'm exaggerating, but I did get quite angry at this girl and she was lucky enough that Im too nice/I was too drunk to defend myself. Here's what happened...I had a friends hat on, and honestly I had completely forgotten that I still had it until I felt somebody take it off my head as I was walking into the bathroom. I then I took it back saying “Hey, its MY hat” and put it back on but then this girl took it off again and said “No honey, it REALLY isn’t yours”. Oh my god! I couldn’t believe her attitude, she was so rude! I just kept thinking, “Its my birthday! I get to do whatever I want” (I know, how annoying is this? But hey I was drunk!) The worst part was that she was friends with one of my friends, so there was no need to be rude to me. We’re all friends!

Anyways, we stayed at the club until it closed, which I think was too early because I could’ve kept on dancing (and making out with a super cute guy hehe). We then met 2 of my friends who had left earlier because one of them had been kicked out (apparently she had spent way too much time in the bathroom since she was feeling a bit sick. Since when is that a crime?!) and waited until 6 am for the metro to start. We finally got the metro home and let me tell you something, I am so glad we got the metro at that time.  We took the line 6, which at one point gives you the view of the Eiffel tower and the Seine, and it is the most beautiful view ever. Yes, the best view is at 6 am when everything is still quiet, the lights glimmer on the Seine, Paris is full of peace and quiet and you can see the sun slowly rising on the horizon.  That view seriously left me speechless and with my mouth wide open. It was the best way to end an amazing night.