I. Am. 21. Today.
It's been a great one. At midnight (last night, early this morning) I, along with my friend Sarah who also turned 21 with me at midnight, went to a bar with our friends George, Jen, and Ashley. We were 10 minutes early and had to wait down to the last second, then I started off with a Jack and Coke, followed by a peach Pellini slushy thing, a apple-y double birthday shot from the bartender, a Fat Tire draft beer, and a vodka+cranberry. I was pretty tipsy after all that, but the drinks weren't as much as I thought. I covered mine and Sarah's drinks as my gift to her, and the bill was only 21 dollars. Tonight, though...heh. It's open tab. And I'm pouring them back. Mixed drinks and shots, baby.
So an interesting thing happened after lunch, during which I had two 2 dollar Long Island iced teas (which were delicious with lemon squeezed into them) that got me nicely buzzed. I came back to my apartment and decided it would be fun to skateboard, so I headed outside and began just kicking my board around the parking lot outside my apartment. A shirtless dude in his mid-twenties yelled something down at me, and after I asked him to repeat he asked me to participate in a game of SKATE, which is, to the uninitiated, like HORSE except played with skateboard tricks. If you don't know what HORSE is, hit Wikipedia. I had a lot of fun - I never used to be competitive or social, but drinking and smoking have gotten me really involved in socializing and connecting with people. I had no qualms about skating with these two strange guys, who turned out to be couch surfers from Austin who cruised up to Dallas with the two chicks who lived in the apartment they were staying at. If this kinda shit happens on my first day as a drinker, imagine the future.
I also found it amusing that I got an email from my ex-gf which casually included the line "I hope you don't develop a serious drinking problem." I nearly burst out laughing. That girl, she's a card.
"Card?" Man, I'm old-school.
It's been a great one. At midnight (last night, early this morning) I, along with my friend Sarah who also turned 21 with me at midnight, went to a bar with our friends George, Jen, and Ashley. We were 10 minutes early and had to wait down to the last second, then I started off with a Jack and Coke, followed by a peach Pellini slushy thing, a apple-y double birthday shot from the bartender, a Fat Tire draft beer, and a vodka+cranberry. I was pretty tipsy after all that, but the drinks weren't as much as I thought. I covered mine and Sarah's drinks as my gift to her, and the bill was only 21 dollars. Tonight, though...heh. It's open tab. And I'm pouring them back. Mixed drinks and shots, baby.
So an interesting thing happened after lunch, during which I had two 2 dollar Long Island iced teas (which were delicious with lemon squeezed into them) that got me nicely buzzed. I came back to my apartment and decided it would be fun to skateboard, so I headed outside and began just kicking my board around the parking lot outside my apartment. A shirtless dude in his mid-twenties yelled something down at me, and after I asked him to repeat he asked me to participate in a game of SKATE, which is, to the uninitiated, like HORSE except played with skateboard tricks. If you don't know what HORSE is, hit Wikipedia. I had a lot of fun - I never used to be competitive or social, but drinking and smoking have gotten me really involved in socializing and connecting with people. I had no qualms about skating with these two strange guys, who turned out to be couch surfers from Austin who cruised up to Dallas with the two chicks who lived in the apartment they were staying at. If this kinda shit happens on my first day as a drinker, imagine the future.
I also found it amusing that I got an email from my ex-gf which casually included the line "I hope you don't develop a serious drinking problem." I nearly burst out laughing. That girl, she's a card.
"Card?" Man, I'm old-school.