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“I bet you looked like a fancy prostitute”

Published January 19, 2011 by Cassie

That’s what my best friend, Katie, said to me last night when I told her I went out for birthday dinner. She’s recently got into 30 Rock. Took long enough!

Last night my parents took me out for a lovely birthday dinner. It was at this swanky, yet low-key restaurant in Dunedin. It’s gorgeous, right on the water, and one of my favorite places to go. When it came to order my first legal drink, I had no idea what to get. My mom had bought me a fancy cocktail party book with pretty pictures as one of my birthday presents, and I totally should have studied up before going to dinner!

Anyway, I ended up ordering a gimlet, because I remembered an episode of Mad Men where Betty Draper ordered a gimlet, and it seemed so classy and 60s. Clearly, that was the only choice. It was all right. I ordered the gin gimlet because I had no clue which to get, and it had a strange after taste, but overall I liked it! Maybe I’ll be like Betty Draper and make the gimlet my drink of choice.

Except I won’t be like Betty Draper in any other way, because girlfriend has a lot of issues to work through. Her clothes are fabulous, though.

Anyway, after a wonderful birthday weekend, it was back to school this morning. Driving through fog and rain is so dreary. It was almost as bad as the dreaded Wintry Mix, a.k.a. the bane of my existence while I was in Chapel Hill.

School was fun, though. Look what I did in my (only) class I went to today!

That’s right, we drew skeletons on our faces. Kind of creepy. The goal of make up today was to familiarize yourself with the shape of your facial structure, to help in later projects. Which meant we ended up doing our best Dia de los Muertos make up, sans the colorful designs and flowers (the best part).

Speaking of my birthday, I think my roommates know me a little too well. My gifts consisted of: fancy tea, red velvet cake mix, pretty toile-inspired pajama pants, a knitting book, and a candle votive that my roommate etched a cat face onto.

I’m totally getting a rep as a cat lady round these parts. Whatever, I’ll own it.