Birthday Parties and Bryan

So Bryan calls me up with a bunch of questions about the blog in which I've noted him. What to do, dear readers, what to do? Our relationship is like a fish out of water. Struggling and wracking it's body to get back into the great wide fishy beyond. I'm struggling to get on my feet, work my life around pills I have to take and getting a job and going back to school and I have to worry about my love life, too? It's a hassle, but I believe it's worth it.
Margarita (yes, she has the name of a drink) from work invited me to two children's birthday party. I came bearing clothes and a plastic sea turtle. Awaiting me was a salad, pizza, wonderous tres leches cake and a cute couple with an 8-year-old. The couple, Elizabeth, and I don't remember his name, both work in the criminal justice field. He, a police officer, and she as a 911 dispatcher. So they regaled me with tales from work, quite entertaining. It was nice to meet some people my age even if they did have a kid. They are Margarita's neighbor's, apparently living in some orange apartments off Lamar and they bike ride for fun. I've got to get myself a bike. Exercise sucks, but bike-riding is like an adventure. So that's my little story of the day.