Celebrating Shannen's birthday, let's ignore her explicit wishes not to go there and do it anyway.  Let's all be in on the conspiracy, ignore her frequent protests and vague suspicions, and then sit there and enjoy ourselves for at least twenty minutes while she cries, ask her if she's okay, ignore her when she says no, tell everyone it's her birthday so that they'll harass her, carry on and have a good time despite the tears, leave only at our convenience, then have one of the party embarrass themselves further with her usual tendency to flirt with everyone and take another 20 minutes to leave, so she can shout loud enough for the whole bar to hear that her daughter is crying in the car, then return to the car and consider to ridicule said person and carry on like she just had the best night ever. 

Then let's go on facebook and apologize that Shannen didn't have fun, even though that was obviously the outcome of such an endeavor long before we even left the house. 
I don't like people (except for certain ones, I mean people in general, especially crowds), I don't like alcohol, and right now I don't like myself and several other people in specific (yes, I mean to imply all four of them, in their varying amounts of involvement).  This has been the worst birthday ever and I feel like I have regressed back into high school era stages of people avoidance and dislike. 

Oh yeah, and I told some pesky drunk guy that I would rather be a nun.  But that's not a tip off that we should abandon this plan now.

Yes I'm being angsty and depressed and sulky.  It's good times.  The best.  I'm just super thrilled.

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