My birthday party was monday night. To say the least, I was wasted. I don't really remember too much. I know that I went over and hung out with the family that was having the party from around 11:00am until 5:30pm and that's when I started drinking. I called kenny when I had first started and he said he'd be there at 8:00 at the latest because he had more work to do. At 9:30 someone tried to call him back and he had his phone turned off. He didn't answer his phone until 2 hours later and he claims that his phone fell and hit the ground and broke into a bunch of pieces and the only way it worked now was because he put it back together and fixed it. It was 10:45 before he showed up and I was fighting to stay awake by then. He missed my entire birthday party. Everyone was already passing out and going to bed by the time he got there. I still honestly don't know exactly what he was doing that night, but obviously he felt it was more important than my birthday. When kenny showed up at the party, before he even walked in the door, nick and david's dad chewed him out about not being there for me. See, it wouldn't be as big a deal as it is if it weren't for the fact that every time kenny and I went to their house, he got drunk and I always had to be the driver and I didn't even drink a sip any of those times. I was the one who had to babysit him and make sure he got home safe. I hardly ever drink, and this one night that it was all about me...My night...He doesn't even show up and then when he does he complains because we started without him. So that whole night before kenny got there, nick and his mom made sure that I was ok. Nick carried me down to the living room and layed me on the couch and then his mom sat there with me until kenny came. And kenny's mom came over at one point (which I didn't know until nick's mom told me the next day) and she was taking advantage of the fact that I was drunk and asking me personal questions about kenny. Needless to say he's probably in trouble with his mom now. I didn't get that sick tho, which was a good thing. I puked once that night. Well, three times...But that was all in the same trip to the bathroom. The other time I had to throw up, I went to the bathroom and there was nothing left to puke and I had the dry heaves...Which really hurt for those of you who have never had them. I still feel a little skirmish, but i'm sure it'll be better by tomorrow.