We celebrated last night. We went out to dinner and he only invited a few close friends. One of them had said they would be there but then didn't show up. He did text one of the other people there eventually to tell him that he was having dinner else where and wasn't coming. Good thing we didn't wait on him to order. My boyfriend had tried to call and text him as well but he wasn't lucky enough to get a reply. Anyway.
Everyone else met up at the bar/pool hall we were doing the rest of the celebrating at around 9. We got there early to insure getting a table without having to wait. We got my favorite table. He invited 15 people if you include me, 14 if you don't and only 2 of them weren't able to make it. Ironically, 20 or so people showed up because a certain someone informed 8 or 9 other people who know Boyfriend of what was going on and they got invited along. Luckily one of them was cool and they got another table instead of trying to get 20 something people to play on one. It was annoying as hell because all but one of the uninvited people were annoying as fucking hell. I wanted to kill them. Or at least round them up and lock them in the bathroom so I wouldn't have to listen to them. After about an hour and a half, they pretty much stayed over at the table next to us and didn't come back over to our group all that often. Boyfriend had a really great time. We go up there a lot so the staff knows us. They were making fun of him over the loud speaker plenty of times. He had plenty of people buying him drinks and all kinds of things. Boyfriend had a wonderful time. I can't type out all the funny and amusing things that happened because then I'd be here forever typing, lol. It was fun though.
We left around 1 am finally and then 7 of us decided to go to Denny's for some food. There were 4 others who had left to go to IHOP and we got invited to go with them but we couldn't leave when they left because two people who had driven had decided they were going to drink after all. It took a little while to figure out how the driving situation was going to go. One of them wasn't drunk, he'd just said that to try and stay longer and to not have to admit he didn't have the money to go anyway. The other one really was actually drunk. He was outside waiting in his car when we all came out. It took a few minutes to convince him he could go but had to let someone sober drive him and his car there. He did concede and off we went finally, lol.
It's 3:30 PM now and he's still passed out in bed. I think I realized the reason he doesn't get hangovers is because he likely sleeps them off. ;) Today he gets birthday cake and dinner.