It’s my party and I’ll…My thirtieth birthday party.
I haven’t thrown a party since my infamous 21st birthday party. That night someone threw up on my blanket and someone else threw up in the garbage can in my roommate’s room and someone else was lying in the living room in a pool of their own puke. I guess you can call that a successful party when you’re in college. Maybe not for a thirtieth birthday party, mind you. But for a twenty-first in college? Sure.
While I’ve had gatherings and get togethers since that night I don’t think I’ve thrown a full-on full-out party since. I was kind of itching to do one for my 30th birthday but wasn’t sure I could afford it. But since my friend Jen and I have birthdays one day apart we decided to do a joint party so we could do something awesome and split up the spending.
So…if you know me if I get an idea in my head I kind of tend to run with it to ridiculous levels. And this party was pretty much a shining example of that. I dubbed it an “alcoholic five year old’s birthday” theme. Because that was pretty much the theme.
First there were the decorations! I think I bought out the Party City of everything pink and red and princess. There were princess table clothes. There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner. There were pink and red balloons and pink and red streamers hanging from the ceiling.
And the drinks. Which included an insanely delicious strawberry daiquiri punch. And a hot chocolate bar with Baileys and Kahlua and butterscotch schnapps to mix in! And of course marshmallows. And whipped cream. So that I could make drinks with an insane amount of whipped cream.
And I continued the little kiddies party theme by making people play pin the tail on the donkey.
And then there were the PUDDING SHOTS!!!!
This was how my thought process went: I should make jello shots! I don’t really like jello. I like jello pudding. I should make pudding shots! Can you make pudding shots?
So I mixed up a few concoctions of alcoholic pudding: A Mudslide with chocolate pudding, Baileys, and Kahlua; a slippery nipple with butterscotch pudding, Baileys, and butterscotch schnapps; and a coconut pudding with Malibu.
And let me tell you: they. were. delicious.
(Check out some of my pudding shots recipes if you’d like to make them yourself!)
And I made a big announcement to all of my friends…And everyone seemed excited and happy!
And there we played Mario Kart and Guitar Hero.
And later Totally 80s Trivial Pursuit. Which is totally hard. But lead to some classic quotes like…
“I got Elroy! Rub my feet!”
“You don’t read, you engage the question.”
“It’s my birthday! We get a pie!” (That worked in getting my team its first and only point.)
“Arsenic and Old Tylenol.”
It was such a fun thirtieth birthday party and it was amazing that so many of my friends came!
Towards the end of the night my feet hurt. So I tried to get Mat to rub them for me.
He would not.
So when Mat got up Drew took his place and he rubbed my feet.
So Mat decided to rub Fawna’s legs…and bite them…
And can I tell this story? I’m going to tell this story because it is absolutely hilarious. I won’t use names. Apparently girl passed out in bathroom with no pants on. Boy had to pee badly. Boy decides to pee in the bathroom despite the fact that passed out girl is passed out in there. Boy’s girlfriend comes in sees boyfriend in bathroom with girl with no pants. Flips out. Girl comes to and stumbles out yelling “Is this because my c**t was out?” over and over. It was pretty hilarious as a spectator. Except that I was worried the yelling would wake my roommate up. And that I kind of just wanted to go to bed. Because it was four in the morning.
But it was at least more funny than watching people puke all over my comforter. Or my roommate’s garbage can. Or themselves on my floor.
No one puked on my comforter or garbage can or floor. By the way. Not even me.
In fact I still haven’t thrown up from drinking this year! I may have cried though…maybe just a little…because that’s what late + alcohol does to me.
And it was my party and I’ll cry if I want to. Especially if I have to turn thirty.
More photos from my thirtieth birthday party: