It's my birthday! We went to the Press Room tonight, since we couldn't tomorrow owing to my work scheduling requiring me to show up at 6:30am Friday, and right now? I am slightly tipsy. Fifteen minutes ago? I was screaming in the car along with Search and Destroy [by the Stooges] en route to Freebirds. Two hours ago? I was rip-roaring drunk [not really, but I was more than slightly tipsy]. And now? I sleep. Mmmmm. Sleep.
Drink Count: 2 (pathetic)
Calls from friends thinking that my birthday is the 28th when indeed it is the 29th: 1
Calls and IMs from family and friends wishing me a happy early birthday: 4
Chances of birthday actually being a success rather than fatal disaster: 5:1.