BIRTHDAY WRITEUP
May. 27th, 2002 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
napoleonherselfFirst, thanks to everyone who wished me birfday wishes on my last post. I'd respond to everyone individually, but I think I'd go sane after typing 'Thank you!' and hitting send ten times in a row.
We drove down to the Block. Went into Dave & Buster's, then immediately turned around and went back out again -- we just did it because we could, you see. Then we wandered around and looked at various stores for a bit. Then Becky bought herself food. I wasn't that hungry, and she was broke, so she didn't buy anything for me, but she did get a salad that she wound up not being able to eat, so I ated it for her.
Then... the bar. Whee.
Becky got hard pear cider, and mocked me for not knowing what I wanted. Finally I decided on a margarita because I had a sip of one she got once before and liked it okay. Was carded and everything, and the bartender didn't notice that I'd just turned 21, but Becky mentioned it a few minutes later. And so... the torture started.
First they yelled across the bar to each other about how they had someone who'd just turned 21. Then they talked about how they'd have to sing for me later. Then they left us in peace for a while, and Becky drank her cider and I sipped very slowly at my bit-too-strong-but-eh-I-didn't-have-to-pay-so-I-won't-complain drink. I drink everything slowly. Except water. And Tang.
The worst part of the torture was when they came back over to us and said that since it was my 21st birthday, we were going to play a little game. They had me stand up, and then explained the rules thusly: I had to turn around. One of the 'tenders would point at the rack of booze, and move his hand until I called "stop". He would then pour some of whatever he'd wound up pointing at into a glass. We'd do that two more times, and then I'd drink the combination.
I immediately sat down. "No," I said, or something along these lines, anyway, "I don't like this. I don't want to do it."
As Becky noted, I depressed the poor bartenders by refusing to play their game. But I came to have one drink in honor of being legally able to do so. I didn't come to take a triple shot of some unknown substance.
I eventually finished my margarita, and Becky had ordered a screwdriver meanwhile, having finished her cider. I wish I'd gotten a screwdriver myself in the first place; it was much smaller, and tasted oddly like Tang. But ah well.
As we were leaving to go to the movie, Becky commented "I feel all warm and giddy now!" I didn't. If there were any effects, they were little enough that I basically didn't notice them. I'm not sure whether to be relieved (I'm not a total lightweight and thus didn't make a moron of myself in a way other than the way that I usually do) or disturbed. Or just shrug and go about my business.
Saw Spider-Man. Was teh r0xx0rage. Have writeup. Will post it after I decode the line that's actually three comments all written on top of each other. Writing in the dark = hard. All I can say is, I wish I'd noticed Bruce Campbell at the time. After I saw him in the credits I realized that that character's voice mannerisms had been familiar, but that was a weeeee bit late.
Oh, and presentage. Becky brought over presents. A sock monkey kit (YAY!), wrapped in part of an alien-patterned tablecloth. Kid you not. She couldn't find wrapping paper so she bought a plastic alien tablecloth. Rock on. I also got a card with a nun on it. Nuns are wacky.
Oh, and a tip: if you ever have a long way to drive, Oingo Boingo's Farewell album is a good thing to have going on the car stereo. Especially if it's turned up LOUD. We sang along to that the whole way there and back. There's just something magical about singing merrily along to the lengthy wonder that is Change. And Clowns of Death, can't forget them. They're everywhere.
Okay, that's all, I think. Besides the movie writeup. Expect that tomorrow. Fnord.
We drove down to the Block. Went into Dave & Buster's, then immediately turned around and went back out again -- we just did it because we could, you see. Then we wandered around and looked at various stores for a bit. Then Becky bought herself food. I wasn't that hungry, and she was broke, so she didn't buy anything for me, but she did get a salad that she wound up not being able to eat, so I ated it for her.
Then... the bar. Whee.
Becky got hard pear cider, and mocked me for not knowing what I wanted. Finally I decided on a margarita because I had a sip of one she got once before and liked it okay. Was carded and everything, and the bartender didn't notice that I'd just turned 21, but Becky mentioned it a few minutes later. And so... the torture started.
First they yelled across the bar to each other about how they had someone who'd just turned 21. Then they talked about how they'd have to sing for me later. Then they left us in peace for a while, and Becky drank her cider and I sipped very slowly at my bit-too-strong-but-eh-I-didn't-have-to-pay-so-I-won't-complain drink. I drink everything slowly. Except water. And Tang.
The worst part of the torture was when they came back over to us and said that since it was my 21st birthday, we were going to play a little game. They had me stand up, and then explained the rules thusly: I had to turn around. One of the 'tenders would point at the rack of booze, and move his hand until I called "stop". He would then pour some of whatever he'd wound up pointing at into a glass. We'd do that two more times, and then I'd drink the combination.
I immediately sat down. "No," I said, or something along these lines, anyway, "I don't like this. I don't want to do it."
As Becky noted, I depressed the poor bartenders by refusing to play their game. But I came to have one drink in honor of being legally able to do so. I didn't come to take a triple shot of some unknown substance.
I eventually finished my margarita, and Becky had ordered a screwdriver meanwhile, having finished her cider. I wish I'd gotten a screwdriver myself in the first place; it was much smaller, and tasted oddly like Tang. But ah well.
As we were leaving to go to the movie, Becky commented "I feel all warm and giddy now!" I didn't. If there were any effects, they were little enough that I basically didn't notice them. I'm not sure whether to be relieved (I'm not a total lightweight and thus didn't make a moron of myself in a way other than the way that I usually do) or disturbed. Or just shrug and go about my business.
Saw Spider-Man. Was teh r0xx0rage. Have writeup. Will post it after I decode the line that's actually three comments all written on top of each other. Writing in the dark = hard. All I can say is, I wish I'd noticed Bruce Campbell at the time. After I saw him in the credits I realized that that character's voice mannerisms had been familiar, but that was a weeeee bit late.
Oh, and presentage. Becky brought over presents. A sock monkey kit (YAY!), wrapped in part of an alien-patterned tablecloth. Kid you not. She couldn't find wrapping paper so she bought a plastic alien tablecloth. Rock on. I also got a card with a nun on it. Nuns are wacky.
Oh, and a tip: if you ever have a long way to drive, Oingo Boingo's Farewell album is a good thing to have going on the car stereo. Especially if it's turned up LOUD. We sang along to that the whole way there and back. There's just something magical about singing merrily along to the lengthy wonder that is Change. And Clowns of Death, can't forget them. They're everywhere.
Okay, that's all, I think. Besides the movie writeup. Expect that tomorrow. Fnord.
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21 years, 0 days = no bar
Date: 2002-05-28 02:19 am (UTC)But... "larger" people require more alcohol to feel any sort of buzz than smaller people would. I being slightly large (which Dad talks to me about as if I were 400 lbs., which I'm not even close to being), I don't really feel anything, especially since alcohol seems to ruin the taste of a drink for me so I don't drink in large quantity... I think the only time was when Eric had some Jack Daniels lemonade something and I drunk one because I didn't really feel like having a soda, but I just felt kind of warm, no particular buzz or anything besides.
Anyway, the bartender was prolly upset because you wouldn't be paying him for the extra drinks.
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I probably don't need to tell you to trust me on this.
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Date: 2002-05-28 05:06 am (UTC)Re: 21 years, 0 days = no bar
Date: 2002-05-28 09:03 am (UTC)And heh. I foiled their let's-snag-more-money-off-the-kid plans.
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Date: 2002-05-28 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-28 09:04 am (UTC)"The water in this fishbowl is making me feel all funny!"
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Date: 2002-05-28 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-28 01:18 pm (UTC)happy late birthday
Date: 2002-05-29 11:25 am (UTC)Sorry I missed jumping on the happy wishes for Jenny bandwagon. Happy 21 belated!
Re: happy late birthday
Date: 2002-05-29 01:30 pm (UTC)Re: happy late birthday
Date: 2002-05-29 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-30 04:11 pm (UTC)