Happy Birthday
I turned 21 yesterday, Sunday January 14th. It was amazing.
I started out Saturday night with a nice, intimate birthday dinner with some coworkers and my good friend HC. And of course, the drinking began after dinner at a pre-bar party. I shouldn't say anything more about the party, but that we left to get to the Castro around midnight. The bouncer at badlands let me in for free and I had a few drinks. A few more later, and I was on the dance floor. Right when I was having a blast, the bar was closing. I went home. Went to bed. Woke up. Went back to the castro for brunch at my favorite brunch-bar, LIME. Three mimosas later and I was walking through San Francisco nearly as drunk as I was the night before. HC gave me a tour of Golden Gate Park in his car, while I desperately attempted not to fall asleep. We decided to split before the real birthday night out, and so I went home to nap. I didn't. Instead, I read "Running with Scissors." The whole thing. It was great.
After my nap, the buzz had calmed and I did some work to get ready for the semester. We decided on dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, where I had a delicious few drinks that cost nearly as much as my entire wardrobe for the evening. Dinner was also delicious, but the appetizers were better. Post-dinner debauchery took place, once again, in the castro. After a failed attempt at the new bar "JET," we went to the Bar. I ran into the Dean of Students who was celebrating with some family members. It was a nice surprise! He's so cool. JP the cool. But apparently, the party was at Badlands where most of the 21+ berkeley population was partying for the night. We went over. After a drink, HC and my dinner guests crashed. They decided to hit the road, but I stayed and bummed a ride from a friend who had a spot in his car.
So at this point, things get choppy. I know that a few friends bought some drinks and there was definitely dancing. I vividly remember the (censored words) minor who was SMOKING in the middle of the dance floor! When I said something, he gave me a gay look and his midget friend told me to "calm down dude." Of course she wasn't the dumb (censored words) being ashed on and dying of second hand smoke in the middle of a crowded 12-foot-square dance floor. Of course, she was too intellectually challenged to understand such concepts as health and manner. Anyways. This upset me and I drowned my sorrows in Alcohol. It was either that or get physical. I wasn't about to smack down on my birthday.
After this incident, I befriended B&B. Of course that's just an abbreviation of their names, but since they have the same name, it should be easy to figure out. They were nice. They bought me a shot of Jager. They bought me pizza. They were friendly. They bailed on the after party, and because of such, I went home. A four person after party always turns out scandalous!
And here I am. Happy Birthday.
I started out Saturday night with a nice, intimate birthday dinner with some coworkers and my good friend HC. And of course, the drinking began after dinner at a pre-bar party. I shouldn't say anything more about the party, but that we left to get to the Castro around midnight. The bouncer at badlands let me in for free and I had a few drinks. A few more later, and I was on the dance floor. Right when I was having a blast, the bar was closing. I went home. Went to bed. Woke up. Went back to the castro for brunch at my favorite brunch-bar, LIME. Three mimosas later and I was walking through San Francisco nearly as drunk as I was the night before. HC gave me a tour of Golden Gate Park in his car, while I desperately attempted not to fall asleep. We decided to split before the real birthday night out, and so I went home to nap. I didn't. Instead, I read "Running with Scissors." The whole thing. It was great.
After my nap, the buzz had calmed and I did some work to get ready for the semester. We decided on dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, where I had a delicious few drinks that cost nearly as much as my entire wardrobe for the evening. Dinner was also delicious, but the appetizers were better. Post-dinner debauchery took place, once again, in the castro. After a failed attempt at the new bar "JET," we went to the Bar. I ran into the Dean of Students who was celebrating with some family members. It was a nice surprise! He's so cool. JP the cool. But apparently, the party was at Badlands where most of the 21+ berkeley population was partying for the night. We went over. After a drink, HC and my dinner guests crashed. They decided to hit the road, but I stayed and bummed a ride from a friend who had a spot in his car.
So at this point, things get choppy. I know that a few friends bought some drinks and there was definitely dancing. I vividly remember the (censored words) minor who was SMOKING in the middle of the dance floor! When I said something, he gave me a gay look and his midget friend told me to "calm down dude." Of course she wasn't the dumb (censored words) being ashed on and dying of second hand smoke in the middle of a crowded 12-foot-square dance floor. Of course, she was too intellectually challenged to understand such concepts as health and manner. Anyways. This upset me and I drowned my sorrows in Alcohol. It was either that or get physical. I wasn't about to smack down on my birthday.
After this incident, I befriended B&B. Of course that's just an abbreviation of their names, but since they have the same name, it should be easy to figure out. They were nice. They bought me a shot of Jager. They bought me pizza. They were friendly. They bailed on the after party, and because of such, I went home. A four person after party always turns out scandalous!
And here I am. Happy Birthday.