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"A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it."
Oh, I am so 21 right now. :D

The partying began Friday night after D&D. Mike made sure to wrap us up at 11:30 so we could sprint down to the Celtic Knot. We got there, by my watch, at 3 minutes to midnight. We placed ourselves at the bar, were carded (well, I was-- then the bartender got so caught up in the fact that it was my birthday that she forgot to card everyone else!).

Then there was an argument about what time it actually was. My watch said exactly midnight. Jeremy's said 11:59, so he thought we should count down. Then the bartender says, "Well, my clock says 12:01, so if you average it..."

So we just decided to toast and drink. :D



My first legal drink in America: a shot of Golschlager.

For a while it was just me and the boys: John, Mike, Jeremy and Melzer. Then, roomie!Em showed up!



John and Mike looking like total dopplegangers:



So at the Celtic Knot, I had:

1 shot of Godschlager
1 pint of pale ale (I of course had to quote... "It comes in pints?" ^____^)
1 mixed shot (Bailey's, whiskey and hazelnut schnapps: SO TASTEE)

By the end of that I was already good'n'tipsy. I hadn't eaten since 6 PM and I had all that within an hour; you do the math. But the party couldn't end after such a short time. We moved on to a sleazier joint, the 1800 Club. Much more of a college hangout, what with the loud music and packed-tight crowd and long line for the bathroom. We snacked on wings (they were out of buffalo sauce) and waffle fries, and I had:

2 Amaretto sours

Oh, and all this time I was trying to get someone to make a drink called a Horny Leprechaun. But they didn't have the requisite ingredients at the Celtic Knot, and the waitress at 1800 Club was too in a hurry to listen to a custom drink order *eyeroll*

After about 45 minutes at that place, we went even sketchier: to a place called The Keg, where fake-ID-toting townies abound and there is no toilet paper in the girls' bathroom.

BUT THEY MADE ME A HORNY LEPRECHAUN. Finally.
(By the way: Melon liqueur, peach schnapps, vodka, orange juice. Not bad; the name was the point anyway.)

Hangin' out in The Keg:




Gettin' some sugah:



Jeremy and John.


John rocks the Hat.


Legally-drunken Glee!!!


Roomie Glee!!!

Apparently if there is music playing when I am drunk, I will sing along with it. Emphatically. Especially if it's a song I like.
So, at around 3 AM there was last call, and we wobbled back to our respective places of residence to sleep it off.
I woke up with only a little bit of fuzzy-head that quickly went away.

At noon, I went to meet my parents who had flown out for the day (aww). We had breakfast, and the conversation unfortunately took a turn for the lecture, since apparently my parents never considered the idea that I could actually get drunk. From their view, if I start to "feel it," I've gone too far. Dad told me he always thought I'd be "more conscientous of my health," and mom even started going on about how when one gets drunk, judgement is impaired and reaction time is slowed and HELLO, as if I haven't heard this stuff a million times since elementary school. Meanwhile I'm sitting there caught between feeling supremely embarassed and slightly disbelieving that they've had this view of me this whole time.

I eventually got to explain to Dad that this kind of heavy partying is, for me, a once in every three/four months occurance, TOPS, and he seemed to be fine with it then. Mom still seemed afraid that I'd ruin my liver and turn into a total booze-head. Le sigh.

Anyway, things cooled off between my parents and I after that (thank goodness). They actually helped a lot with setting up for that night's party, since they had rented a car and could help me tote stuff around. Dad even gave me a recipe for the punch I was planning to make :)

A quick side-note about this party: I found out last quarter that my next-door neighbor, Dan, was turning 21 on the exact same day I was. The logical reaction to this was to plan a party wherein we combined our apartments for maximum space-usage. Then it turns out that one of Dan's roommates and someone living only a block away ALSO have their birthdays on the 28th (not turning 21 though; that would just be creepy). So it became a quadruple-party. Over 200 people were on the Evite list.

Anyway. While party-shopping, I ran into an old staple of the high school drama club in the soda aisle:



At 5, me and the parents and John went to dinner at the fancy place called Pete Millers, and I ordered Veuve Cliquot for the table:



During dinner, there was another unfortunate occurance, by which I mean Female Anatomy kicked in, by which I mean I spent the better part of dinner trying not to writhe in pain and praying for an Advil. >_< But dinner finished, we went back to my place, I got my painkillers, and I opened presents. :D When my parents left I was still feeling kind of like crap, and feeling terrible that the day with them had to end like that.

They did come back later to deliver ice for the party though, and I was feeling much better by then :)

Cake!!



One of the other Birthday Kids, my neighbor Dan. We shared a cuban cigar out on the back porch while the party was still pretty lacking in guests. I think he looks like a total rock star here :D


More Roomie Love!


All of the Birthday Kids!
...I'm not really that short compared to everyone else, I was just crouching down. ^____^;;;

Dan's apartment was the one with the loud music, and mine was the place where people could just chill and hang out and snack. It was also the less populated one, but I was cool with that. It meant I could go to the crazy party when I wanted and return home to the Chill People.

Hanging out in the Chill Room:





At one point we were trying to get Jeremy and Mike to make out, since roomie!Em and I had kissed for the boys' entertainment the previous night. But even the promise of extra XP for game was no incentive. Wusses.


I love my Boy. ^____^

I went to sleep around 2:30; the party was technically still happenin' but people were swiftly filtering out at that point. I hadn't gotten too drunk, but I figured I'd gotten my heavy partying done the night before anyway.

The Aftermath:








And today-- since all my drinks on Friday night were paid for by friends, and all the drinks for the party were paid for by Dad-- I got my first self-purchased legal alcohol in America:



100% Japan-produced-and-bottled plum wine. Hell. Yes. Bitches.