Star of the show

Although I enjoy the attention that comes along with a birthday, I don’t like the aftermath, when I start having to tell people I’m 23, instead of 22, like I was last week. … Those were the days.

My birthday was over the weekend, as you may have guessed. So Andrew came to D.C., along with 200,000 Girl Scouts.

On Friday, we checked into our hotel and then received great news – our hotel offers guests two free drinks every night between 5:30 and 7:30. So Andrew and I quickly threw our stuff in our room and hit the bar. After some delicious margaritas, we went to Georgetown for dinner.

We intended to go to Georgetown Cupcakes after dinner but found out it closes at 9 p.m. (On a Friday night?!) I think Andrew cried a little bit.

We then proceeded to drown our sorrows in Haagen-Dazs.

On Saturday morning, we ran into those 200,000 Girl Scouts I mentioned. (Seriously, 200,000, according to CBS. I did research for this blog post.) They were everywhere, wearing annoying little shirts that said ‘Rock the Mall.’

They filled museums and caused lines that wrapped around the block at both the Archives and the Museum of Natural History. I begged and pleaded with Andrew that we find other entertainment, but Andrew insisted on seeing the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. … Snooze.

We stopped at the hotel to freshen up – and to consume free margaritas and Goldfish – before meeting Jackie and our friend Eric for dinner and fro yo.

After taking advantage of the complimentary breakfast on Sunday morning, Andrew left and I returned to the convent. That evening, my friends took me out for dinner at Ted’s Bulletin, which is known for its alcoholic milkshakes and homemade pop tarts … and other real food. I demanded that Laura tell the waiter it was my birthday, in case I could get any attention or free stuff. Sure enough, he presented me with a pop tart featuring a birthday candle. … Oh, you shouldn’t have!

We then convened in the convent cafeteria for our weekly game night, which, as usual, was a rowdy game of Salad Bowl. This time we had record-breaking attendance.

Here are highlights from Sunday’s game, most of which feature me  – For ‘Paul Revere,’ I galloped around the room pretending to shout, and for ‘chicken coop,’ I flapped my arms around wildly and swung at imaginary chickens with an imaginary axe. Also, Jackie acted out ‘Georgetown Cupcakes’ for an entire minute, while giving me a consistent evil death stare throughout.

I also became associated with many words during this game, and for the Password round, my name was given as a clue for Brides Magazine, birthday, accountant, Oh when the Saints, and possibly others. Woohoo! I’m a superstar.