Sometimes being born of the Day of Heaven and Hell isn't that bad...

In true Not!Fashion the girls gave me a wonderful sendup for my birthday, which began with getting my roll on.

That's right, you read correctly, I got my roll on...and nearly fell on my ass.

Since we all got to do what we wanted (or have who we wanted for our birthdays), I had already decided early on that I wanted to go rollerskating, and then head back to my place for the after party (like the true movie star that I am).

So NotCarrie, Not Miranda, (NotCharlotte in abstentia, since she was setup girl for the afterparty) and yours truly made our way to the semi-local (read Manassas), skating establishment, where we proceeded to roll out onto the floor and nearly get sideswiped by the younger set that were definitely in effect.

I was joined by many of my friends: NotFey and boyfriend NotMoney along with NotDiva, NotBuxom and NotShakespeare were all there lending a helping hand, arm or shoulder if needed, or cutting up if not. It was discovered, that no, skating is not like riding a bike and the skills do not magically return when the gear is put back on. Furthermore, it made me loathe djs who don't know when to hush it and let me skate. I did all the skating I could before my feet decided I would best be served by leaning along the one lone carpeted wall.

Then came the afterparty.

Surprisingly, I didn't drink as much, I didn't grope anyone and I didn't finish my pack of cloves...I'm almost disappointed in myself. I did however, get my first trendy bag, a wonderful pink apron (Baking Queen will probably be stitched on it soon), and my very own penis shaped shot glass. I danced a little, was wrapped in streamers at one point and noshed on awesome cupcakes and coconut bars made by NotCharlotte. All said and done the party was a rousing success. Further proof that along with excellent taste, I have even better friends.