Oct 13, 2005 15:49
It took about 20 hours to recover from my birthday celebration.
I only paid for one drink.
I like how the alcohol went down (and stayed down) so much that I will tell you the order:
Beer (Sam Adams)
Shot (Knob Creek)
Big shot (Maker's Mark)
Beer (Sam)
Shot (Jagermeister)
Beer (PBR)
Shot (Woodford Reserve - my gift to myself)
Beer (Sam)
Shots... (Johnny Walker black label)
The last of those drinks was a gift from the bartender at Gentleman Jim's, the best bar in Murfreesboro to get hammered (that's pretty much all it's good for though). It was not a shot, but HALF of a 20 oz. styrofoam cup of Johnny Walker. Jesus Christ. I shared it with like five people and still got three big drinks off it. After that we left the bar.
What is it about birthdays that automatically gives one liscense to be shit-faced? It's pretty universal; if you see someone totally wasted in public, being way too drunk for his own good, he might annoy you to no end, but if his friend leans toward you and says "It's okay, it's his birthday," somehow, it really is okay. God bless America.
Now must run and run, Ultra Vulgar plays Bowling Green, KY tonight, at Tidball's. Righteous.