Wicked Ahhhtsy.

I thought that maybe this year's birthday would be ruined with something. And I was surprised to find out that the day went much better than expected. Between all my teammates, friends and family wishing me well and the ice cream spree at work and the rainy Red Sox game with my dad, I had a pretty awesome day.

I also had an awesome weekend. I spend all Friday evening/night with Jenna, Melody, Jake, Emily and Greg in Hogwarts Square (Harvard Sq), anxiously awaiting the release of the 7th and final Harry Potter book. It was definitely heartbreaking to think that this is the last time I'll be around crazy HP fans (except for movies - but not the same). We had a fantastic time, getting followed by a crazy girl, giving her the slip, waiting at Unos for an eternity. Getting Butterbeer and Polyjuice Potion -- which was rather disappointing, but I guess that's not all that surprising when you expect Butterbeer to taste like melted down Wether's candy. Around 1:30am, I had my book in hand and went home to read a few chapters before passing out. I've since finished the book, but I won't ruin anything in case people are still reading it. But I definitely liked it.

Saturday, the Massacre took a trip down to NY to scrimmage against the Gotham Girls. After nearly being killed by a toll booth, we made it there and were amped to play. This is when I realized that Quick Sandy had actually written me a birthday poem:

A Birthday Poem for Harlot Fevah

Fevah is awesome,

Her back is not.

I helped her put pants on once,

It was pretty hot.

She always makes me laugh,

She's really fucking funny.

I scared her for life,

The Halloween Faster was a bunny.

I like the ladies,

She likes dudes.

But that doesn't stop her,

From screaming, "SHOW ME YA BOOBS!"

I heart Harlot Fevah

I heart her a lot.

I helped her put pants on once,

It was pretty hot.

I HEART Q SAND TIMES A MILLION KAJILLION. It made my day go by that much smoother. I can't really think of what else to write about. So the end.