Celebrating is tough stuff.

Ho. Ly. Weekend.

Real life, if my liver can survive this week, my liver can survive anything. If this weekend of kicking off my birthday celebration is any sign of what my 26th year is going to be like, I'm really damn excited for 26. 

The celebration started promptly at 5pm on Friday, complete with Miller Lite, Fireball shots, and fried Oreos. 

True story, the Miller Lite was on 3-4-1's. AKA you order 2 beers and get handed a 6-pack. Mind. Blown.

Saturday I did the pool thing and then took myself a nice, longgg snooze before going out Saturday night. 

Saturday night was one of the best times I've had in a looong time.

3AM tequila shots happened... which probably shouldn't have actually happened. I'm still feeling that pain.

And then there was yesterday. Ohhhh, Sunday.

They closed off a road Downtown and turned it into a huge pool party. It was insane. 

For the record, I did not get in this ginormous pool... because that is gross and I have zero interest in soaking amongst the drunk creepers of Orlando. 

So many Fireball shots went down my pie hole yesterday and I have the heartburn today to prove it.

Oh oh, also one of my besties gave me my birthday present early. Alex and Ani beads! 

Love your face, Panda. Thank youuuu so much again! (Yes, she is one of the few friends of mine who read my blog.)

And now I'm off to nurse this horrendous hangover and try to make it to Thursday so I actually see age 26. Over and out.