Best. Day. Ever.

So i had a pretty amazing birthday filled with wine tasting and cake.

I may have gotten drunk off both by the end of the day, but i was pleasantly happy as i passed out into dream land in a nice hotel, with presents from my mom by my side, emails that made my night, and the smell of wine somewhere in the room.

I had enough wine for a lifetime and i don't plan on picking up any alcohol soon. My mom and i drove about four hours to this event. We booked a hotel in advance, because she was told that there was going to be a festival and that ticket's were still available (though limited). Plus you can't really drive back home liquored up, and having the whole day in a nice town is better than staying for a while and then heading home.

We haven't been able to spend a birthday together in a long while. We usually just wait until i return home for spring break and celebrate, which is always a little weird since spring break is a week after our birthday.

Despite having a paper due(Wednesday) and Philosophy midterm (TOMORROW!!!), i opted to hang out with my mom on our birthday weekend, and to cram for test and paper this week.

I don't particularly have a taste for the stuff, but it cost money to get in...and why waste all that money, if you aren't going to drink anything. Basically in this large park, there were these big tents with vendors from all over the place, letting you taste some of their finest wine.

You got a wine glass as soon as you paid your money, and then all you had to do was ask for a drink and away you go.

They only had tickets available from the 10-2 sessions and by 1:30 me, my mom, and about 100 other people were stumbling out of the tents looking for a place to rest our heads. It was a classy drunken event to say the least. Old ladies hanging on to their old husbands who had too many red wine, young couples dressed in polo shirts or cute skirts stumbling down the street with goodie bags, and me and my mom walking aimlessly until we reached the hotel.

I couldn't have asked for more. We rested for an hour, before going on some corny tour that I honestly i do not remember going on. But my camera says otherwise, proof that one of us was taking pictures.

We had Italian for dinner, with another glass of wine (since we felt so educated in our alcoholic state) which literally made my feet wobbly. For some reason the last drink got to us, and we called it night. I think there was some stumbling down the street, but we made it back to the hotel in time before completely embarrassing ourselves.

Some people think it's weird that me and mom are such good friends. There is a lot of co -dependency in our relationship, but she is like my best friend in that corny cheesy Gilmore Girls kind of way. Except my mom didn't have me when she was 16, and we don't have relevant pop culture conversations. And i'm not dating or was dating Milo Ventimilgia. Though i wish i was (thanks Cheerleader from heroes)

So coming back to work today, i told Debbie Downer of my fun filled escapades with my mom. And then everyone else started listening. Amanda with her rudeness and Kathleen with her dry and annoying voice chimed in about every thing Poking fun and prodding at my tales of wine tasting. I don't know why I tell Debbie Downer things about myself, or anyone else for that matter of fact. Because as soon as they get some info into my very private life, they seem to talk it about forever. But in a prodding, poking fun sort of way that actually isn't that funny. It's sort of annoying though, because i feel like they are three hyena's or something. Looking and searching for dirt so they can have something to talk about in the office.

I know it's just a sign that they are interested in me, but i must admit it was so much easier at work when i didn't talk to anyone. No one asked questions because i didn't open up to them. I didn't say anything back, because i didn't care.

It's a little bit different now. I feel like i'm on display, front and center. I was telling them about my day, and they just kept going on and on about. Kathleen and Amanda criticizing it in some way, or Debbie Downer acting like i had done something terribly embarrassing on the trip. Like she was secretly there with binoculars or something. When i showed them the new bag i got, they wouldn't stop talking about how i didn't have anything in it. Like real girls carry more than just keys and a wallet and i'm a big weirdo.

I know it's just simple joking around, but sometimes i feel like i am being fed to some mood sucking animals, and i'd rather spend time by myself than listen to them all day.

Regardless of today and the three hyena's, my birthday was really really awesome. I thank all of who wished me a happy birthday and who sent emails my way (still deciding on what book i should get K!) It meant a lot more than that i received bday wishes from my friends here than any one who wished me a happy birthday outside of this blog.

Time to catch up on some studying. This cram session tonight is going to be horrible i can tell. Philosophy is way harder than i thought. Damn you Kant.