Naomi Campbell Wished Me A Happy Birthday….

If somebody told me that I would be sitting in a Dodge Caravan while eating McDonald’s listening to Quiet Storm radio with a guy named Ramon driving me from Boston to Framingham while going from May 5 to May 6. I would have said “No, you’re crazy!!”

When you can't get into the club...get McDonald's
When you can’t get into the club…get McDonald’s

Did I mention that I was crying hysterically while eating a Quarter Pounder, 4 piece nuggets, large and medium fry with a sweet tea? Well, I was!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDRAE!!!!

My BFF Naomi wished me a happy birthday on Twitter
My BFF Naomi wished me a happy birthday on Twitter

I feel as though since turning 25, every birthday has been nothing but a failure of epic proportions. However, i can look back it at and laugh but it’s still annoying. It all started with a trip that was supposed to be but didn’t happen. Then when the trip was going to work out, It ended up being for the better that I didn’t go(Did I learn responsibility?). How I regret taking the responsible road!

I tried a beer
I tried a beer

My birthday fell on an a Monday which sucked. Totally fucktarded. I spent it with a friend of mine, who totally dropped the meal that he cooked for me. He seemed to have forgotten it was my birthday. So what did I end up eating? Sweet potato fries and JP Licks Ice Cream. I did however the next day at work get a really good and delicious Peanut Butter Ganache or something another from my coworkers….thanks Ini. I did TREAT MYSELF to a good french toast breakfast at Francesca’s.


Fast Forward to the weekend. I knew that nobody could go out because it was Mother’s Day. That was fine. The next weekend was CONTROVERSY. You know the night that caused me to enter the Twerk Contest. I made an invite on Facebook.

I was absolutely positively estastic. I went to the local store that carries tons of fake hair cause sometimes a brotha just wants to put some weave in his hairline.Excitement through my veins!!! Let’s talk about the epic proportion of fail that this was. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS TWERK!!!! I actually was practicing in my living room how to do get on my forearms and do it upside down. I practiced when I could. Saturday comes around and do you think we went. NOPE! 5 people responded. Don’t act like you didn’t see the Facebook invite. Thankfully, I have some friends that are nice enough to actually call and say that they couldn’t go. Maybe I’m being a baby about it. Well I am because turning 21 for the 6th time sucks. I feel old. I look old(just kidding….Thanks Botox…not I’m kidding I don’t look old….apparently biege don’t crack). I wanted to see my friends for more than just a coffee at Starbucks or something.

However, it wasn’t a complete bust.Went to work the next day and while I should have went home and did homework,Tyler convinced me to go see Pornochio.A Gold Dust Orphans play,  a local theatre company based out of Boston. I like their plays so it wasn’t like a complete twist of the arms. It was hysterical. It’s their sexualized version of Pinocchio……and the girl who played Pinnochio was so flipping cute!!


  • Didn’t go to Tampa or Miami but went to NYC for a night
  • Didn’t go dancing for my birthday but saw a play instead
  • Crying in a cab at Midnight eating McDonald’s because I couldn’t get into the club because I wasn’t wearing a collared shirt…Well Mr.Bouncer tell me where will I find such shirt at 11:50pm
  • Got into an argument on Mother’s Day and the day after because I wasn’t feeling special at home for my birthday
  • Didn’t do dinner with friends but Bianca bought me lunch from one of my favorite spots
  • I learned responsibility and that SUCKED

This was my birthday month and it sucked…..*fingers crossed* 28 is gonna be SUPER!!!

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"Most Likely To Be Ambivert" is the best way to describe me. Approaching 30 with kindness and hoping she does the same. Boston based hair stylist, best friend, wardrobe consultant, student of the world, etc., Welcome!

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