24th, jager, neon, and DANCE

Yes, it's true. I turned 24 this past weekend. I celebrated by living 1 more year by apparently trying to kill myself. I went OUT. Thursday night (my actual bday) I met my family away from family (The Mindell's) and Chris at my favorite indian restaurant. It was fun, I love that place. I refer to it as Indian on Crack. LIGHTS GALORE. I was having a great time, sipping on wine, munching on delicious Indian.

Then...................

a topic came up that would affect my month of March. We all were discussing about our vices. Then I believe it was Mara's idea to make a bet to see if we could all go the whole month of March without our vice. We'd all put in 50 bucks and the winners at the end would split the earnings. So I gave up shopping (I can purchase things only at the grocery store or bar), Erin can't have sweets, Mara can't have catered food, Chris can't drink coffee, and Barret can't smoke. Now I am saddened to say that already Barret has failed...and then there were 4. I'll keep you updated on the progress. Except the 21st is a free day. Erin's bday-so we all get to enjoy our vice for that day.

So then Friday came along and my boss kicked me out of the office early and told me to get a jump start on my bday weekend. I was tempted to go to my place and start having a cocktail, but I decided being older and wiser I could hold off for a few hours. Now just to give you an idea of how much will power I have, there was tequila/jager/vodka/gin in the freezer and 2 six packs of heineken in the fridge and I didn't touch any of it. So my 23rd was a bit lame. I had just moved to the city and hardly knew any one. Plus everyone had to work the next day so I went out and found my own party (which I'm not opposed to do) but this year I wanted to have a crazier celebration. This was accomplished:

I told everyone that the theme would be crazy funky neon. They loved the theme, as did I. Now imagine us dressed as this, walking into a bar. Now, this bar wasn't particularly 'hey dress funky and neonish' needless to say people stared. I'm not sure if it was in a good way-but I really didn't mind. For 1 night and 1 night only I played the 'It's my birthday' excuse and I can do what I want, and I did. I made guys buy me drinks (unfortunately I made it very clear that I would not be needing their services any longer) haha. I was THAT guy. But only for 1 night, dont I get a 'get out of jail free card?' Come on.... no? FINE.

Then I recovered all Saturday and stayed in my bed until it was time to go out again. Mainly because I was recovering and mainly I was too scared to leave my apt. for fear that I might buy something. I have a problem and I'm aware of it. But what's the harm in 3 vases for my room? Whatever I guess I'll have to buy them April 1.

So then I headed out Saturday night again, but this time dressed a little more appropriately. Met up with my promoter friend, Eddie, who does stuff at this club called Kush. Alex and I (he's this guy I met out on the island this summer who we just randomly got reunited, and well, as you can tell its a long story-but he's cool and I pretend to be cool so cool people hang out.) were a hit with the ladies. The women at the front door loved us and 2 women we met inside were very upset that we weren't in the market for them. Always a little boost.

I'm going to take a moment really quick to talk about the word 'door', now most of you would just assume that this word is a normal everyday use word. Let me give you a little back story. I have been scared for life because of the spelling of this word. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in a 3rd grade spelling bee and I was the FIRST one out, for I, Matthew Conley, spelled it 'dorr'. I still slip up and attempt to spell it Dorr. I know. I'm pathetic. I'll give you my address so you can hunt me down and throw stones at me.

Anywho Sunday night was another day of not leaving the house really. Then Sunday night was our 2nd Dinner Club get together. Erin and I went to Brooklyn to have another night of discussion of subway stories, porn, and fireworks. I think since next month is at my place I'll have a much more structured conversation since I am interested in what these people have to talk about, but I feel like a chump just randomly asking-are you pro-Hilary or pro-Obama and if you're pro-the other guy GET OUT OF MY APT. but please tip me cause that wine wasn't free.

All in all 24 came in with a bang and I thank everyone who sent me well wishes. Older but not sure if I'm wiser-still hoping the day comes. ;)