Remember, remember...
...the 5th of November. Thank you V for Vendetta for making my birthday even more unforgettable. Seriously, how can you guys ever forget that I was born a few hundred years after Guy Faux tried to blow up the English Parliament?
Last night I celebrated my 2-3 by first being treated to a Greek dinner by Tom's parents (thank you). Trying to expand my horizon and try new things, I got myself some grilled quail which surprisingly tasted like chicken, and you ate it like chicken, and you got greasy fingers from it like chicken. Nonetheless, it was delicious...much like chicken. And the company was great.
The company became even greater when Steph and Liz joined up and we all ventured down to East Village to a bar called Double Down Saloon. I have heard about this bar from a newspaper, citing the place as one with the most disgusting sounding drink ever: Ass Juice. I needed to try this Ass Juice. The recipe is top secret so I can't tell you what's in it. All I can tell you is that it's fruity tasting, which though very good and delicious, I was disappointed by it because if you're going to name a drink Ass Juice, it should go down like Ass Juice. Bitter. Pulpy. You know, ass-y.
And of course, the bar itself played weird S&M fetish porn inter-cut with 60's style anime (Think Speed Racer in black and white). This was not mentioned in the paper, and if it was, I probably would have gone to someplace else as it was quite awkward to be there with Tom's parents. Really awkward. In fact, awkward with all my friends. But they all played it down and told me it would be a story I could one day tell, such as on Tom and Lynn's Wedding Day. Oh lordy, could you imagine that speech?
It was also noted by Steph and Liz that the bar seemed like something that would be greatly appreciated by you, Kyle. Yes, you were in our thoughts. We miss you.
As for turning 23, it feels good and bad. Bad because as Tom put it nicely, I'm a year closer to death. And let's face it, 23 is nothing to be excited about, as opposed to say turning 21. But it's good because I'm more of an adult now and I'm treating this as a New Year's Eve resolution type thingy. Because being older now and not having much time left on Earth, I have promised myself to be more assertive and outgoing, goal-oriented and overall, happier. I fucking deserve it.
So that was my night. To all my friends who made it out, Thank You. You made it special for me. Really. I don't think the Ass Juice and the porn could have done it alone. As for everyone else, thank you for the birthday wishes.
Payce.
Last night I celebrated my 2-3 by first being treated to a Greek dinner by Tom's parents (thank you). Trying to expand my horizon and try new things, I got myself some grilled quail which surprisingly tasted like chicken, and you ate it like chicken, and you got greasy fingers from it like chicken. Nonetheless, it was delicious...much like chicken. And the company was great.
The company became even greater when Steph and Liz joined up and we all ventured down to East Village to a bar called Double Down Saloon. I have heard about this bar from a newspaper, citing the place as one with the most disgusting sounding drink ever: Ass Juice. I needed to try this Ass Juice. The recipe is top secret so I can't tell you what's in it. All I can tell you is that it's fruity tasting, which though very good and delicious, I was disappointed by it because if you're going to name a drink Ass Juice, it should go down like Ass Juice. Bitter. Pulpy. You know, ass-y.
And of course, the bar itself played weird S&M fetish porn inter-cut with 60's style anime (Think Speed Racer in black and white). This was not mentioned in the paper, and if it was, I probably would have gone to someplace else as it was quite awkward to be there with Tom's parents. Really awkward. In fact, awkward with all my friends. But they all played it down and told me it would be a story I could one day tell, such as on Tom and Lynn's Wedding Day. Oh lordy, could you imagine that speech?
It was also noted by Steph and Liz that the bar seemed like something that would be greatly appreciated by you, Kyle. Yes, you were in our thoughts. We miss you.
As for turning 23, it feels good and bad. Bad because as Tom put it nicely, I'm a year closer to death. And let's face it, 23 is nothing to be excited about, as opposed to say turning 21. But it's good because I'm more of an adult now and I'm treating this as a New Year's Eve resolution type thingy. Because being older now and not having much time left on Earth, I have promised myself to be more assertive and outgoing, goal-oriented and overall, happier. I fucking deserve it.
So that was my night. To all my friends who made it out, Thank You. You made it special for me. Really. I don't think the Ass Juice and the porn could have done it alone. As for everyone else, thank you for the birthday wishes.
Payce.