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myurbandream) wrote2009-06-11 09:01 am
myurbandream) wrote2009-06-11 09:01 am
...i used to rely on self-medication, i guess i still do that from time to time...
murg....
so i'm twenty-one years old now!! nothing much feels different, except for the really weird thought that i can now legally buy alcohol. jim took me out to firkin & phoenix's last night after dinner to celebrate, just the two of us. the plan was for me to eat dinner (which i did, spaghetti and meatsauce) and then we'd go out and try a few of the drinks on the list that jim had gotten from his coworkers for me. on the way back we were gonna pick up cake-mix and milk and frosting, and then bake the cake while i figured out how to play harvest moon on the wii, have cake for dessert, and then retire for the night. we got as far as the pub before things started going wrong:
in the span of two hours i had: four glasses of water; a washington apple; mozerella sticks; a buttery nipple (yech, kahlua); a starfucker; a peach tea (the shot, not the cool drink); nachos; a lemon drop; a chocolate cake (also a shot, and it really does taste like chocolate once you bite the lemon); a mind eraser; and two sips of another starfucker that jim ended up finishing cause i was really loopy by that point.
this was a bad idea.
i am not doing this again.
i will leave it up to your imagination as to exactly how horrible i felt by the time we got home. i will say, however, that i remember everything that happened last night, including all the math questions jim kept asking me in the car and once i was in bed (square root of n? that prat). being tipsy was indeed fun - by the time i got to the lemon drop i was halfway through the nachos and extremely dizzy and light-headed, and apparently also hilarious to be around. but by the last bite of nacho it was Time To Go, and just because that starfucker tasted delicious did not mean i was going to drink it.
warm showers are great, by the way.
so, 10 hours of sleep and about a gallon of water later, i'm feeling pretty decent, but there is no way in hell i'm going past two or three shots ever again.
and that was my twenty-first birthday, y'all.
although i never did get to eat cake.
so i'm twenty-one years old now!! nothing much feels different, except for the really weird thought that i can now legally buy alcohol. jim took me out to firkin & phoenix's last night after dinner to celebrate, just the two of us. the plan was for me to eat dinner (which i did, spaghetti and meatsauce) and then we'd go out and try a few of the drinks on the list that jim had gotten from his coworkers for me. on the way back we were gonna pick up cake-mix and milk and frosting, and then bake the cake while i figured out how to play harvest moon on the wii, have cake for dessert, and then retire for the night. we got as far as the pub before things started going wrong:
in the span of two hours i had: four glasses of water; a washington apple; mozerella sticks; a buttery nipple (yech, kahlua); a starfucker; a peach tea (the shot, not the cool drink); nachos; a lemon drop; a chocolate cake (also a shot, and it really does taste like chocolate once you bite the lemon); a mind eraser; and two sips of another starfucker that jim ended up finishing cause i was really loopy by that point.
this was a bad idea.
i am not doing this again.
i will leave it up to your imagination as to exactly how horrible i felt by the time we got home. i will say, however, that i remember everything that happened last night, including all the math questions jim kept asking me in the car and once i was in bed (square root of n? that prat). being tipsy was indeed fun - by the time i got to the lemon drop i was halfway through the nachos and extremely dizzy and light-headed, and apparently also hilarious to be around. but by the last bite of nacho it was Time To Go, and just because that starfucker tasted delicious did not mean i was going to drink it.
warm showers are great, by the way.
so, 10 hours of sleep and about a gallon of water later, i'm feeling pretty decent, but there is no way in hell i'm going past two or three shots ever again.
and that was my twenty-first birthday, y'all.
although i never did get to eat cake.