Dec 12, 2009 00:39
I celebrated my twenty-first birthday with a bang.
Monday was crazy. Drank way too much Jack Daniels and Malibu and pineapple rum before we went out. I remember most of it, and basically what I have learned is that I cannot be near Methodist churches when intoxicated, because when I get near them I run across streets and cry and curse at God.
I cried a lot that night. And unfortunately, my tendency to reveal secrets is still apparent when I reach that particular inebriated state.
Despite the crying, I did have fun, and everyone else was having fun.
Last night was much better.
I drank only whiskey, which was the best idea. Went to Cabs, and the bar and dance floor were packed with a surprising amount of straight men.
I don't want to write a play-by-play, so I'll make it short: freezing cold, in shorts, the red head named John, Jewish Jamie, calling Liz, drinking and dancing, smoking, "Push It", and kissing a guy named Rob.
I attract a certain type of guy. I do confusing things while drunk, and they let me. I'm not sure I like that.
drunk,
guys,
whiskey,
80's night,
something else.