Sober Saturday for the luckiest single girl on the planet

Today's a day for water. H2O. That's all. Okay, maybe with a lemon. Yesterday was my birthday and I celebrated big two nights in a row.

I know, it's just a birthday. We all have one once a year. This one isn't even a significant number. But this birthday is significant. It's a re-birth. Part of my fresh start.

So why is it a dry day for this single girl? I drank tequila shots. And birthday cake shots and a vodka-butterscotch Schnapps shot and a vodka tonic and wine.

Over the last two nights, I broke a few rules. I drank shots and cried in public over a guy and woke up in a bed that was not my own this morning. I'll write more about these juicy little topics soon. Promise.

I also spent my birthday night with some of the world's most amazing people. My dearest friends (except for the few who are out of town). Most of these fabulous people have been by my side through the whole bad marriage and divorce, and now they're stuck with a neurotic single girl. And they still love me, and I love them.

We celebrated my birthday and we celebrated them.

Most of the people there didn't know each other before last night. By the end of the evening, they were all friends. They also broke the rules and brought gifts even though I asked them not to. That's when I realized anyone who's my good friend doesn't like to follow rules. Everyone in the group is friendly, fun, happy and never judges. But we all draw outside the lines from time to time. That's what makes us who we are.

After dinner, a larger group of friends gathered at the pub. The pub is where the shots always start. And after the post-after party is when my friend tucked me safely into his guest bedroom where I woke up this morning very thirsty and still wearing my magical vintage dress.

Tonight, I'm cooking the best parts of Christmas dinner and preparing for the dinner party my friend and I are hosting here tomorrow. In a minute, I'm going to sip club soda at a friend's going away party at the bar down the road.

And I'm happier than I've been in a long time.

Love to the single girls,
Addison

P.S. I just remembered a few birthday presents still under my Christmas tree. I can't believe I forgot to open them yesterday!