Happy Birthday To Me!

A few more hours and I'm off to celebrate. Will having a messed up leg and arm stop me from having fun on my birthday? Not all. I'll be dancing the night away (or hopping the night away) and I'm taking of the sling so I can freely move at the party my friend is throwing me in an awesome loft.

So, I have a few things to accomplish:

Get Indy to wear a silly birthday hat for me.
Get my friend to do the chicken dance in the middle of the street.
Take a midnight swim.
Wear a tiara.
Get a lot of people to do the macarena.
Get Indy to carry to do a silly dance with me.
Have a dance off with someone.
Draw on people who are passed out.
Stick the hands of people who are passed out in arm water because I've always wondered if it worked.
Get completely hammered and do something embarrassing I won't remember.

There is one last thing I plan to do tonight. It is purely for my own pleasure and because I think a little revenge is in order for my siblings. I'm pretty sure they don't even remember it's my birthday (haven't heard from them in who knows how long), so I highly doubt any of them are going to call. If they don't call me, then I'll call them... at 3 o'clock in the morning. They tortured me the whole time I was growing up, and they always forget about the time difference on the few times they've call me after they moved.

First, I call my brother in Boston and my sister in Detroit when it's 12:00 AM here.

Then, I'll call my sister in Chicago when it's 1:00 AM here.

Next, I'll call my brother in Denver when it's 2:00 AM here.

Last, I'll call my sister in Seattle when it's 3:00 AM here.

Will they be mad? Absolutely, but them being annoyed will be my birthday present to myself. Besides, my family has pretty much abandoned me and it'll be nice to hear their voices... even if it's just them yelling at me.