I hope everyone ate a lot of turkey today. I know I ate more than enough, so I’m thankful the traditional birthday week shopping trip won’t be taking place tomorrow. That’s true for more than one reason. Not only do I feel like I gained about twelve pounds just by looking at dinner, I can’t imagine shopping tomorrow. I don’t care how good the deals are, I hate chaos, and I feel like an undercaffeinated, under-rested Allie would not be a pleasant shopping partner in the wee hours of the morning. Besides, I really love the whole gift-giving process, and I am basically obsessed with Christmas, so the whole shopping throughout the winter months thing? Not an issue. Besides, I am an excellent bargain hunter, so send your so-called deals elsewhere, retailers of America.
I wish I had a funny story or two to share from my family’s Thanksgiving dinner, but nothing happened. It was pretty normal, which is a nice change for my family, actually. My mama’s mom was present, and I so hoped that would provide premium blogging fodder, but other than her inability to hear clearly (which leads to her repeating almost exactly what someone else just said), Granny behaved herself. Other than that, I want all of you to know that I will never be able to use a pick-up line. Good thing I’m a girl. Wait … do girls use pick-up lines? Is that more a boy thing?
My birthday was pretty uneventful, too. My family and I went to dinner at Buca’s, which is where we went last year. This time, though, my family deemed it appropriate to inform the waiter that it was my birthday. Upon learning this, our waiter announced that it was my birthday to the rest of our section, which, thank you, Jesus, only consisted of two other couples. Accompanied by other random members of the restaurant staff, I heard the loudest version of the birthday song ever sung, which went a little something like this:
Happy birthday to you, ALLIE!!!
Happy birthday to you, ALLIE!!!
Happy birthday, dear ALLIE!!!
Happy birthday to you, ALLIE!!!
Yeah, thanks, Mama and Daddy.
Speaking of birthdays, I am one well-behaved twenty-one-year-old. I didn’t drink before I turned twenty-one (honest), and now that I’m twenty-one, I don’t really see the point. I’ve spent my entire college career to date taking care of drunk people, and being that person does not interest me at all. Having a drink? Totally fine, but not that great. There are better things I could be doing, and besides, alcohol is empty calories, and I’m not trying to gain weight. Gaining weight is definitely not worth it.
All right, the turkey’s making me want to fall asleep. I hope everyone’s Thanksgivings were amazing and fattening and entertaining! Y’all be good :).
