I turned 21 on Sunday. I didn't know what to expect as my birthday always falls in an awkward part of the school year, as in: the beginning. On Saturday, I woke up and had to do laundry. I know its not typical birthday fun, but it was one of those necessary evils that would have left me without underwear if I had resisted another day. So Kristyn and I frolicked over to the laundry and had a battle with that. My clothes came out of the washer looking like they had been through a war. I mean seriously. Like 4 shades lighter. So after being sad by sad looking faded clothes, we had to wait for a dryer because one of the 3 dryers was not working. We watched a guy literally do origami with his clothes as he put them in a ridiculously small bag. Then another dude tried to steal our dryer but I swiftly threw a towel in before he could even try. I'm that quick.
We got home and built some beds. It was pretty badass.
Then we were invited over for a drink at the other American apartment like 2 minutes from our place. We walked over to their place rang the bell and Lyuba came to get us. We walked into the apartment and I should have know that something was fishy when I saw the living room door closed and Tanya and Christina nowhere to be seen. But me being me I was oblivious. I got distracted by the new arrangement of Lyuba and Christina's bedroom (they had L-ed the beds). Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lyuba open the door. There was a pregnant pause and then a blast of "SUUUPRISE!!!!". It was a "SUPRISE" out of storybooks, out of films, and out of control. I didn't see it, but I felt the vibrations in the apartment and the decibel level go up astronomically. To be honest the yelling scared me a bit and I jumped back. After recovering for a second I heard everyone question Lyuba. . . and all at once, "but where is Brittany?" I tottered in tickled pink and so excited, but also ready to quote, "YOU RUINED THE GOOD SUPRISE".
I can't believe they organized such a wonderful extravaganza. There was goat cheese, a post-it banner, marshmellow candy, champagne, and a colorfully dyed rose. In the US, this birthday would have been drunken debauchery, but I wouldn't have spent it any other way.