Birthday week

Usually I wouldn't care too much about my birthday. However, a friend of mine has this thing with celebrating your birthday week - and she's been talking about mine since last week!

My birthday week has started! Even while typing this I feel silly, its just not that big a deal.
Anyway, to kick off my birthday week, Meg & ta of Megdenta, decided they would kidnap me and take me on an adventure...at 11:30 at night. I hadn't seen Meg in a couple of weeks, so it was good to see her and have some laughs, but man, let me tell you, I'm feeling it today - I'm POOPED!

It started with Ta sending me texts at 10:30pm talking to me about marriage and asking if I was sleeping. Moved onto a phone call asking me what I was doing until 2am tomorrow morning?! What?? 2 am? My plan was to sleep, though as soon as I closed my phone, I knew they were hoppin' in the car and heading to my apartment.
Lo and Behold about 11:30 they arrive and make me get dressed(anyone who know's me well knows that I had been in my pj's for hours at that point!).
The rest of the night consisted of:

~Meg taking 28 seconds to pump $12.00 of gas
~driving to an undisclosed place
~me figuring out the undisclosed place
~arriving at Dysart's(a truck stop!)
~Freudian slips...french onion dip(obviously that's not the slip!)
~self-mutilation with salt and ice(I was not involved and don't recommend this!)
~everything having to be done in 25 seconds or less. Our waitress did pretty well with this and she didn't even know what was going on!

At 1:25am we arrived back at my apartment and I was hoping to go to bed. The problem was that they were serious about the 2am thing! We laughed and shot some crazy photo's(its very hard to fit 3 grown girls on a twin bed)and I kicked them out at 2:04am after questioning if every night of my birthday week was going to be like this. Thankfully its not!
I'm pooped.

Blessings.