25th Birthday

25th Birthday

I wasn't really sure how this one would end up because I moved to ATL about 3 months ago and all my childhood friends are in Cleveland, all the guys I knew for the past four years are in LA, and now I have a new set of friends that I've never been through a birthday with. So it's exciting yet scary because you never know what's going to happen. My roommate, Nick, and I decided to get a table at Compound and invite a bunch of our friends. Before I did that I went to the My Chemical Romance concert with my friend Mark. We were hoping this concert would get out early so we'd make it to both things. Luckily MCR Rocked the fu#king place. I went backstage to meet them and still got out of their by 11 so I'd get to compound by midnight.

I got to Compound around midnight after Mark and I polished off an entire bottle of Absolut. Everyone was already their so they already started without me which is no big deal because I would've done the samething. After shots, dancing, partying, drinking, and two bottles of Grey Goose the bill comes. I put it on my card because my birthday my treat. I didn't look at the tab just gave it to the waitress and told her to tip herself 20%. I think that's a pretty good tip. She brings it back and I sign it still haven't really looked at it. We try to figure out whose driving because nobody was in good shape after all we drank. We found some DD's and left.

This is where it gets interesting because the person I went with didn't want to bring me all the way back to McDonough so I went to their house and yeah they live with their parents. I realize I'm not in the best shape to be seeing any adult figures. I walk in and as soon as I walked in I realized the place was spinning. I ran outside and stuck my finger down my throat and began throwing that stupid a$$ Grey Goose, Absolut, Jager, Tequila, ect. on the entrance sign of their estate. I figured if I'm going to puke it's going to be on something I can say I puked on. The lawn doesn't do it for me anymore. I passed out with a fu#king dog on my side. Cute right.

I did that wake up that some people do where they go where am I and what happened last night. Oh yeah, I lose everything when I drink and on my birthday I lost my Be Miz sport coat. That's right I have a sport coat that has my logo on it. It's pretty bad a$$. The only problem is I left it at Compound and I called them and they don't have it so some a$$hole is walking around with a sport coat with my name on it if you see this person please e-mail because I'd love to see him/ her out. Oh I almost forgot. I looked in my pocket and found the reciept for the table at Compound that was supposed to be $400. Yeah, they pull a fast one on me I paid $1007. And that's when I said for the millionth time in my 25 years of living "I'm never drinking again."

All in all I had a great time on my 25th birthday eventhough I spent over a $1000 and lost my jacket. Hey how many times do you turn a quarter of a century old. Once, if I'm correct. Thanks to everyone that sent e-mails wishing me a happy birthday. I really can't believe Mizfits remembered. Thank you. Well another year I made it until next time. BE good. Be bad. BE MIZ!!!