TMIT–The Tale Of My 21st Birthday
“The worse you are at thinking, the better you are at drinking.” ~ Terry Goodkind
Its Thursday again and time for yet another round of the big bad TMIT. Go here and here if you missed the previous instances where I gave you too much information.
This time, I tell you the tale of my 21st birthday (back in 2006…) and the gruesome results. Fortunately for you, I no longer have the pictures as visual aid.
After a dinner with Jess at the Brown Derby Roadhouse, we went with my brother-from-another-mother and one of his good friends to Kent to start my 21st b-day bar crawl and for my free shots.1 Keep in mind that I’m a lightweight.
At the first bar, the bar tends spun this big wheel-o-fortune thing on the wall for my free shot. Wouldn’t you know, it lands on “bartender’s choice”, so you know they’re going to give me something good effed up. They made me a “Three Hillbillies Gone Huntin”, which is Jack, Kentucky Gentleman, and Jim Beam if I’m not mistaken. I love the names for shots, they’re all so clever.
I can’t remember all of the shots, but I know I also had a “Red Headed Slut” and a “Chocolate Cake” (which was absolutely delicious!), but one of them was just absurdly disgusting…
If a bartender says they want to make you a “Grecian Urn”, run away. She handed me a shot glass that looked like it was filled with pond scum mixed with white gloop. 0.o She sat it down on a flashlight to illuminate the horrid green color with the white gloop settled at the bottom. You only get one 21st b-day, so I drank that shit. I made it as far as the white gloop and couldn’t go any further. The bartend said it was “Irish cream” or something, but I’m pretty sure the white stuff was tartar sauce. The rest of it, I found out late from my friend’s friend, was spilled beer from the catcher thing below the fountain and who knows what else.
After downing 7 shots and 1 beer, I was high as a kite and we went to Europe Gyro and I had this big saucy/meaty thing. Big mistake.
I rode a roller coaster on the way back to my friend’s house. We got there and chilled in the living room for a minute before we left and I could feel my stomach hating me. It was about to revolt. We got outside, I sat down in the car and before I could shut the car door, Mount St. Helens erupted.
I left a huge pile of disgustingness right smack in my friend’s driveway, complete with chunks of pepperoni. Happy birthday to me!
My friend happened to get a before, after and during picture of the incident. The during picture is his favorite picture of me and he hung it up on his wall. He lives in Virginia now, so somewhere on a wall in VA is a picture of me, mid-vomit.
My life is magical.
- PS: Remember kids, if you go out and drink bring your most trusted, burly man friends and at least one sober person that will drive. Be safe while you’re destroying your liver. [↩]
February 18th, 2010 at 10:10 am
Shit, you’re brave for drinking that foamy toilet water, man. I can’t even stand fresh beer!
Actually, y’know what, I can’t stand any alcohol anymore. Or, to be more exact, I can’t handle it anymore. Even a small glass of cheap wine pretty much instantly makes me feel seriously sick.
It’s weird, because I used to drink the shit by the gallon when I was 17 – 19, but I went for a few months between one drink and another, and when I tried to ‘take it up again’, I found out that I simply couldn’t. It’s like it was fucking poison to my system, and I have no clue why.
I tried a few times after that, but it all ended in the same way, so finally I was like, ‘Okay, that’s just about enough of that shit,’ and basically went straight edge, LOL.
It’s okay, though, because I don’t miss it at all, and no one else seems to mind … Except my parents.
They make fun of me about it every chance they get. -_-;
My parents are so fucked, LMAO.
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Angie
February 18th, 2010 at 2:43 pm
@Mallory, My system can’t handle liquor very well, the only thing that is okay with me is rum and that just puts me to sleep! I just stick to beer now.
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February 18th, 2010 at 10:18 am
My first and last semester at Kent involved some heavy drinking and partying…and ending up at *gulp* Screwy Louie’s. Oh man, I had WILD times there. More so than I ever had at BG.
P.S. Got the Lip Pot yesterday!
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Angie
February 18th, 2010 at 2:45 pm
@Alissa, Awesome, I guess he filled your envelope out right! You likin’ it?
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February 18th, 2010 at 10:26 am
I’m not sure if I should laugh or be horrified that your friend actually hung up that picture!
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February 18th, 2010 at 1:43 pm
Yikes! I turn 21 next year, I’m gonna try to keep things to a mild buzz haha
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Angie
February 18th, 2010 at 2:46 pm
@Ariel Grimm, That’s always a good idea. Puking isn’t that much fun, no matter what people might tell you.
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February 18th, 2010 at 3:05 pm
Wow, sounds like a hell of a b-day. Would love to see the “during”-picture though
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February 18th, 2010 at 3:08 pm
That’s disgusting! Haha, but brave too. I’m so glad I just ate…
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February 18th, 2010 at 6:43 pm
He hang the photo on his wall!? *dies laughing*
Seriously, that sounds like an awesome birthday, or at least one to remember XD
Oh, and I’m so glad I’m not the only one who loves werewolves! You just made my day
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February 18th, 2010 at 10:57 pm
I felt a little queasy reading this, oh, and the friend taking the picture and hanging it up, yuck!!!!
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February 19th, 2010 at 2:31 pm
Wow! That sounded like one heck of a night!
My 21st birthday was nothing compared to this.
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