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Sep. 4th, 2003 08:47 amSweet jesus why did you all let me turn 21?
Sep. 4th, 2003
Silk stockings thrown aside
Sep. 4th, 2003 03:05 pmI should be at work right now, but I told them I had the flu and came home. Holy christ, I've never been this hung over in my entire life all put together.
Here's what I remember from last night:
We started out at Murphy's, the least Irish Irish pub I've ever been to. Becky orders a hard cider for herself and demands that the bartender make me a surprise cocktail, poured strong. And some french fries. He hands me something which appeared to be vodka and grenadine. We spend about an hour and a half there, and the man next to me buys me a chocolate cake, which is frangelico and citron, i believe. And Becky makes me finish her second cider. Our bill is $4.00. Are we keeping track? 1 cocktail, half a cider, and 1 shot. Slightly wobbly. Off to Goldies, the karaoke bar.
Walk into goldies, and Becky immediately announces it's my birthday. Am handed a bright blue shot and a cocktail that the bartender 'just made up.' be wary of made up cocktails, for they are evil indeed. Given another shot that tastes like chocolate ice cream. Lori shows up, and we move to a table. 2 cocktails, half a cider, 3 shots.
Becky karaokes to George Michael's "I Want Your Sex" and makes the room sing happy birthday to me. After this things start getting a little hazy. I'm certain that I had two more shots, one from some girl and another from some guy. I'm also certain that Becky lipsynched to Mili Vanilli while Lori sang it. I'm pretty sure I threw up, and I also think that I drank a Grape Nehi because that's what Radar O'Reilly drank. I'm also sure that I spilled a glass of water all over myself. That makes 2 cocktails, half a cider, and 5 shots in about 5 hours, which is quite a bit for a small girl. I should call Becky and see how abominably I behaved.
Remember a month or so ago when I mentioned that if given a bottle of wine I feel morally obligated to drink the whole thing? That goes for other drinks, too, apparently.
I don't even want to look at alcohol ever again. But I wore my Unlisteds and I didn't fall down even once. So yay for me.
I just had some chicken noodle soop and it doesn't seem to be wanting to make a reapperance, but I'm going to go make nice with my couch just in case.
Here's what I remember from last night:
We started out at Murphy's, the least Irish Irish pub I've ever been to. Becky orders a hard cider for herself and demands that the bartender make me a surprise cocktail, poured strong. And some french fries. He hands me something which appeared to be vodka and grenadine. We spend about an hour and a half there, and the man next to me buys me a chocolate cake, which is frangelico and citron, i believe. And Becky makes me finish her second cider. Our bill is $4.00. Are we keeping track? 1 cocktail, half a cider, and 1 shot. Slightly wobbly. Off to Goldies, the karaoke bar.
Walk into goldies, and Becky immediately announces it's my birthday. Am handed a bright blue shot and a cocktail that the bartender 'just made up.' be wary of made up cocktails, for they are evil indeed. Given another shot that tastes like chocolate ice cream. Lori shows up, and we move to a table. 2 cocktails, half a cider, 3 shots.
Becky karaokes to George Michael's "I Want Your Sex" and makes the room sing happy birthday to me. After this things start getting a little hazy. I'm certain that I had two more shots, one from some girl and another from some guy. I'm also certain that Becky lipsynched to Mili Vanilli while Lori sang it. I'm pretty sure I threw up, and I also think that I drank a Grape Nehi because that's what Radar O'Reilly drank. I'm also sure that I spilled a glass of water all over myself. That makes 2 cocktails, half a cider, and 5 shots in about 5 hours, which is quite a bit for a small girl. I should call Becky and see how abominably I behaved.
Remember a month or so ago when I mentioned that if given a bottle of wine I feel morally obligated to drink the whole thing? That goes for other drinks, too, apparently.
I don't even want to look at alcohol ever again. But I wore my Unlisteds and I didn't fall down even once. So yay for me.
I just had some chicken noodle soop and it doesn't seem to be wanting to make a reapperance, but I'm going to go make nice with my couch just in case.