My birthday is the day after Halloween. I was all excited for it since I share my birthday with a friend (call him Al)and we were planning on meeting up and having a couple shots for our shared birthday on midnight. Cue Halloween and my SO and I are at home eating a pizza and getting ready to head out. I receive two or so texts from Al and in perfect grammar and punctuation he tells me hes super drunk and needs me. We get to the party and I have 4 swigs of my drink (fresh lemonade and vodka aka Yucca) and another friend calls me over for something. There I see a pile of what I think is blankets in the corner and a bucket. Substitute blankets for a severely intoxicated person, being Al. I ring in our birthday holding the bucket for him to throw up in and trying to get him to drink water. He kept calling himself superman, so the only way I could get him to drink water was by calling him Clark Kent. We had to decided to either take care of him or call the hospital. We finally get him to someone else's house to sleep on the kitchen floor. That was the beginning of my birthday day. I stay at my SO's house and the next day we sit around eating cake and drinking wine. I realize at 5 o'clock my parents haven't called me. I call them to have a conversation about phones when my grandparents call to tell me happy birthday. They end up calling my parents to tell them they forgot. My mother cried to me on the phone.
tl:dr Spent my birthday taking care of a drunk person and then my parents forgot my birthday.
The only good thing that happened was my SO got me Scribblenauts for the DS.