April 29, 2023
A very eventful day. I woke up extremely excited. You'd think it's because of Brie's birthday, but wrong. Well maybe that was part of the reason. I was actually really happy because our report cards were out and I got really high grades. I fell asleep again after I did my morning routine. I had my dermatologist appoinment for a quick hour then went back to sleep again. I woke up and packed my things because we have a trip tomorrow and if I don't pack now, I won't be able to later.
Now that all the usual chaos of my busy life has subsided, I did my hair and makeup and all that girl stuff. It was all for a special occasion, you see. I fetched Sirko so that we could arrive at the event simultaneously. The ride over was so funny; we had the best of our times already. But when we arrived, we found Ria already holed up in the women's bathroom, waiting for others to arrive. We weren't that early, but there was no one there. Literally no one. We were the first ones to arrive. That's when the disasters of the night began to spiral out of control. Sirko broke her heels. Ria's red lipstick was smudged, and she couldn't fix it for the life of her. As for me, well, I had problems with running away. We were a sorry sight, to say the least. Why was I running away? I guess we'll never know. We did find solutions to our problems - though the party had yet to begin. Sirko, who thankfully lived nearby, called her sister to bring a fresh pair of heels. The broken ones were tossed aside in the restroom, a sad and discarded symbol of our ill-fated start. As for Ria, I had remembered to bring concealer, and I helped her fix her makeup. As for me, well, I was too nervous to do much of anything - except make mistakes. But at least I managed to avoid this one person I was trying to steer clear of.
Brie entered the room she was quite literally there and then was the epitome of beauty. I couldn't believe that she was finally 18. It was her birthday, and I hoped she would have the time of her life. I was prepared for the event as well, as I had brought her a gift for the 18 treasures thing. As for the speech, I'm going full adlib. When it was my turn, all I did was stumble over my words and laugh awkwardly. My speech was terrible, and I couldn't seem to find my footing. But in the end, I suppose it didn't matter much. What mattered most was that Brie received my message and knew how much I cared for her. Happy birthday, Brie.
Let's talk about Table 2. I had a great time. Everyone was so nice. Everybody looked awesome. We were the best table there. We were Brie's main ones afterall. I am totally flexing that we were her favorite. I wish I had kidnapped Brie and held her hostage underneath our table. She sadly had to be a good host and socialize with everyone she invited. She was super brave that night. She was drunk so it was funny.
During the duration of the party, a friend of mine had a blackmail at gunpoint. I did everything he said or else I'd die. I broke a wine glass and it fell on my feet. I didn't even know I cut myself until the next day after. I drank a few shots but it wasn't really anything. Sirko and I gossiped so much. It was the best when we kept on side-eyeing and snorting. We share the same exact braincell. Nearing the end of the night, I did my Duolingo and started feeling sleepy so I borrowed Tony's suit coat and bowed my head down. My old friend which we'll call... Otter (I'm bad at nicknames, send help), thought I was dying and told me to sit up so I don't vomit. I wasn't dizzy pr anything but I found that short interaction as the sweetest thing ever (platonically). Before I left I played a chess game with Wacky but barely 5 moves in and I received a message that basically meant I had to go. I dropped Sirko off to her house and I died when I got home. Happy 18th birthday Brie. I had fun. I hope you did too. I know you did...