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22, how bout you
this is the first time i've blurted since being 22. and it makes no difference.
let me tell you about my birthday dinner on friday. diane, cristal, mak, riss, ali, caroline, kristin (who was janky and left before the fun started because she had to go see napoleon dynamite with her boyfriend) and i all headed down to wasabi. we got a tepan station by the bar, but unfortunately, until we spent over $300, it was hard to get the waitress to take care of us. i mean, i was not drunk until about 45 minutes after we got there.
but, started with sake bombs with diane, and everything was going just fine until someone had to let the manager know that it was my birthday...then he brought over a shot. for some reason, i thought it was just fine to take it even though he would not tell me what it was. well, it was red, so i didn't think it could be that bad. down the hatch, then my eyes and throat are burning and i'm sputtering for dear life. it was called "firewater" - 100 proof cinammon snapps. you would have thought that i would learn my lesson there, but once burned, everything seemed like a good idea. our tepan chef finally showed up and tried to do tricks for us, but seeing as i had consumed 4 sake bombs, a couple firewater shots and a surfer on acid shot, i could not pay attention. it was pretty embarrassing, i was the only one at the table that could not catch a single piece of food in my mouth. i mean, it would hit my mouth, but then my tongue would dart out and knock it out of the way. oh well. at least by the end the waitress brought us free beer. i think we deserved it.
now the night gets interesting. after eating about three bites of food, we decide to head down to the bar downstairs. ali, diane and cristal are waaaaasted. i knew i was too because i kept thinking how drunk everyone else was. that's always a bad sign. so, some poor people were trying to enjoy their dinners at the tepan stations downstairs, and me and my crew absolutely ruined it for them. and here's why: there was karaoke. now, for those of you who know my sister and me, it is needless to say that the one thing we swore never to do was sing in public, let alone into a microphone. but after another firewater shot and a couple hypnotic martinis, i was definitely up there, trying to read the teleprompter through my double vision so i could sing "me so horny." shortly after that, my sister tried to rap and was literally screaming into the microphone because she was too drunk to hear herself. she wasn't even rapping the right words. she just kept yelling "bottle full of dub" and "we in the club" over and over, until she almost fell over and took that as a cue to walk away. meanwhile, my friend riss was puking into a glass. i have no idea how long we were down there, but we certainly cleared the place out. it was time to go.
the rest after is a little bit of a blur, but my mother tried to recount it as best she could for us. after somehow leaving downstairs, we stumbled through the restaurant out onto the street to my mother and father's cars. originally, we all went in dad's car, but mom felt lonely, so diane and i went into hers. i proceeded to spend the rest of the car ride home proclaiming my love for diane and how she's such a great friend. she agreed with me. then, we were at the house, eating sandwiches that i could not taste, trying to watch family guy that kept skipping and starting at the beginning. we must have watched the beginning of peter, peter caviar eater at least 6 times. in the haze, ali and i royal rumbled and i knocked her over, severly injuring her arm. then diane and carol jumped in. i was running around in my thong as usual. i was almost suffocated in a blanket. ali was harrassing my mother, throwing things at her and saying no to whatever she said. she ate shit and fell in the dining room and refused to get up. my mom said it was the most wasted she had ever seen ali. i passed out face down into the carpet and told my mother it was comfortable. then i was stumbling around my room in the dark trying to put in a cd because i had unscrewed one of the lightbulbs and smashed it. i have no idea why. i woke up at 6a in allison's bed.
and that was my birthday night. it caused me to lie on the couch wanting to throw up all day saturday. but damn, it was fun.
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