Wow. My birthday was on Monday of this week, and I turned 19. As per family tradition, we went to Ireland on Sunday and are staying until the end of March. My Dad turned 39 the same day, my little (and only) sister turned 5 on the 15th, and my Da (yes, that is spelled right. I have a Dad and a Da *shrugs* So what?) turns 29 on Saint Patrick's Day. And my littlist brothers celebrated their first birthday on the 2nd. Everyone is growing up, and it's all one after another. It's been a series of firsts for me, and I'm realizing that I'm growing up, and I'm terrified.

1. Got arrested for the first time (bar fight, guy insulted Dad and I didn't like it.) *and* spent my first night in jail *WITH MY DADS* ^_^ (Also, it was the first time we'd gone out to a club together, as well)

2. Got my first car from the dads for my birthday. Very pretty, much loved already.

3. Got lucking in my first car for the first time with my first boyfriend. That was fun.

4. Went pub crawling for the first time on my birthday, with my dads and boyfriend.

5. Saw my Dad drink 10 guys under the table, stand up and order *more*. (Dad could drink from now until Doomsday and not be the slightest bit tipsy, but give him a drop of cold medicine and he's out like a light)

6. I beat my Da in a Guinness challenge. Really scary, 'cause I've never done it before, and I don't think he's ever been beaten.

7. Got drunk for the first time. Found out that I don't get sad, or excited, or mean, or slur my words, or get sloppy or goofy or clumsy. I get hpyer. And horny.

I love getting older! ^_^

Faun