There is a reason for EVERYTHING.

Since I was turning thirty this year, I started celebrating in December with a trip to California with my BFF Annex.

I've had some birthday goodness since then, most recently with my family on Monday night. My Mom made me a delicious red velvet cake to go with our fantastical dinner from Buca diBeppo.

My real birthday ended 50 minutes ago. *sigh* Mister Hunzer took me to dinner at my favorite restaurant where I chowed down on calamari tempura and ebi (COOKED, btw). I had some eggdrop soup and some salad...then it hit me.

I got sick as a dog.

I hardly touched my lobster when the chef put it on my plate. Once he put the chicken on my plate, I was done.

I don't know if it is food poisoning or what but Hunzer's bod is PISSED OFF. I feel awful because Mr. Hunzer rented a limosine to take us out to dinner. I didn't even enjoy it because I was trying not the hurl the entire ride home.

I've been crapped out since 10pm but here I sit, at 12:52am, awake because I still feel like shit.

See? There is a REASON I started celebrating my birthday three months ago! It's okay, I got a trip out of California AND Mexico out of the deal. *wink*

I didn't mention Mexico? Yeah ~ me and six of my highschool girlfriends are headed to Mexico in November to celebrate our year of THIRTY.




And off I go to hurl.

FuCk a dUcK