This is a funny memory of my 21st. My Birthday was over Christmas break, so none of my friends from college were in town, and I was stuck in my hometown (a place I royally hate), and the only person I still spoke to from there was my high school best friend. So she took me to this Irish pub where she knew the bartender, Steve. Steve entertained me all night (I think this was a Monday?), and he even helped me with a serious problem I was having.

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I shouted, slamming my martini glass on the bar. Steve stood there staring at me for a bit, then decided to humor me. He put one finger in the air, telling me to wait. He took my martini, which was about half gone. When he returned, he had poured the remainder of my martini into a scotch glass. God bless Steve.

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Then when I got home (trying desperately to act sober around my parents, which didn't work), I went to bed and got really tangled in my blankets. So naturally, I texted all of my friends, some of which didn't even know it was my Birthday, because remember we were on Christmas break from school so I hadn't told any of them, and begged them to help me get out of my blankets. No one came to my rescue. I almost suffocated, or so it felt like.My favorite birthday memory? I think it was last year, my 22nd birthday.

I had been dating my dude for about 2 months or so (we are still together and going strong). But he decided to surprise me for my birthday, and the only thing he would tell me was to wear socks. That's it. So he ends up driving me out about a half an hour away, to the newly opened. (For those that don't have one of these, it is a giant indoor trampoline place.) I had mentioned to Facebook about 3 months ago that I wanted to go, which showed me that he paid attention to what I said. So we get to and have a blast. It was so much fun. and very tiring. Then we went back to his place where he cooked me dinner.

We watched tv, cuddled, had tons of , a LOT of moscato wine (which is also my favorite), and then he ended the night with a beautiful diamond heart necklace. So I think all and all, that was my favorite birthday. My dude paid attention to what I wanted to do, got me something he knew I would like, and gave me a lot of wine. And , this birthday he also surprised me, this time taking me tagging. I think he started a very good trend.