Look Out Canada... I'm Legal All Over You Now!

That's right, today is my nineteenth birthday. I live in Alberta, so I've been legal here for a year already. But my bestie and I are planning a road trip to Vancouver next summer, just because now we can drink there, too. I have this goal in life to get drunk in every major Canadian city. Is it a dumb goal? Yes. But you see, I still plan on getting discovered for my music (and not in the same way as last time, when they told me I could get a record deal if I switched to country instead) and being able to tour across Canada and party it up everywhere. Nineteen years old and still delusional.

So today started off with a few texts at midnight and a phone call from friends wishing me a happy birthday. Then a few hours of sleep, followed closely by a text message from my mom at seven in the morning. I went back to sleep until nine, then came downstairs. My sister and a friend that's so close she's pretty much a sister ambushed me with cans of silly string. I was trapped in a corner and covered from head to toe in pink and purple silly string. And frozen, because the cans were left outside all night so that I wouldn't see them. After picking the worst gobs of it from my clothes, I had to have a shower to get rid of the stuff tangled in my hair.

They took me out to brunch downtown, then made me sit alone in the car while they picked up a secret from the grocery store (I'm positive it's a cake, but I haven't actually seen it yet). We came home and cooked for two solid hours; I picked lasagna and Caesar salad for my birthday dinner. The guest list keeps growing, so we added garlic cheese bread and pasta salad to the menu. I've been drinking and singing and dancing the whole day.

Now the lasagna is in the oven and people are going to show up any minute. I'm not getting any actual presents today, since I got one yesterday and all of my best friends and family don't live here in Edmonton, but I'm really excited anyways. I get to see one of my closest friends next weekend for Halloween, another best friend nest week for a concert that she gave me a ticket to for my birthday (another Marianas Trench show! Exactly seven months since the first time I met them face-to-face, oddly enough) and my bestie texts me all day every day. We're even getting matching tattoos. I'm getting a lock and he's getting the key. This would be very difficult to explain to a boyfriend in the future if my bestie wasn't gay. Even so, it may cause some problems. But whatever, if a guy is too insecure to accept the fact that I love my bestie then he's not the guy for me!

Now if only I could get a good paying job so that I could finance a way to get drunk in every major city, I'd be a very very happy girl lol.