Keep in mind my birthday is February 15th. This is dated the 16th because it’s after midnight and I just sat down to write it.

You turn a key age and you’re supposed to go do the things that you couldn’t do before. Eighteen and you go to certain dance clubs, strip clubs and bars, and buy a pack of smokes. You rent porn videos and go into porn stores. Nineteen, in applicable locations, you drive to Canada, go out to any bar or dance club, and buy alcohol. Twenty-one, and you are as adult as you can be in the United States according to everything but car insurance. You gain nothing more than access to all bars and clubs and can buy alcohol. Really, if you haven’t been drinking before that, you’ve been living under a rock. In a dry county. Just means you can buy it now. Or, twenty-one in my case means that I can hang out with my friends at some local pool hall that is 21+ for some stupid reason.

Anyway we never really had any plans made for what to do on my birthday. Again I slept in until 10 something at night and that was essentially too late to do anything. I had really wanted to go out to a dance club… I hadn’t touched alcohol in a year exactly (except for a couple of sips on New Year’s, and that was sips of Bailey’s…) and didn’t really want to go out to a bar, since you go to bars to drink. I don’t drink. Anyway… I was ready to go at about 11:30, and Nickie found a club in Citywalk that was open until 3, which would give us the most amount of time. Fish had wanted to go out with us and get me drunk.. He’s usually out somewhere drinking, and this was an actual excuse… Either way he’s always trying to get us to go out somewhere with him. Well, we called him on the way to the club, and since it was kind of far away, he didn’t want to drive, so we turned around and met him back at the apartment. He ended up talking us into going to a restaurant/bar right near the apartment, which didn’t take a whole lot of coaxing since Nickie was hungry anyway. I wanted to go to a dance club, and since that wasn’t happening, I really didn’t care either way. So to the restaurant we went. We didn’t wait long, went to the bar and started the drinking before sitting down. I went though half of a fruity-vodka drink, half of a Red-Headed Slut, a Beam Me Up Scotty, and we ordered food as well. Fish decided he had to order me a Greatful Dead because it’s “like a Long Island iced tea, but it tastes like a Flintstone’s vitamin.” This place actually kicks you out at 2am. “It’s quarter to two, you have fifteen minutes to finish your drinks.” Anyway… There was no way I was going to get through the rest of the Greatful Dead… The waiter brought me another Beam Me Up Scotty, on the house, for my birthday… Which, to my dismay, ended up getting tipped over on the table. 2am and they turned the lights up and booted us all out. To everyone’s suprise, mostly my own, I chugged the rest of the Greatful Dead (which for the record tastes exactly like a Flintstone’s vitamin). Either way… I had fun, and the whole experience reminded me why I hate drinking. I’ve been drinking water since I got home, and took a couple Advil, and I should be fine.

It wasn’t really what I was expecting or what I thought I wanted. But I’m not entirely sure what I was expecting or what I thought I wanted. I had a great time, got to hang out with friends… And Nickie’s going to take me out to a dance club sometime soon when we can leave earlier. So yes.. Happy birthday to me. *smile*