As you dear readers know I recently turned 21. A milestone in the US because as anyone under the age of 50 is aware, that is the legal drinking age here (excluding Puerto Rico). My first legal drink the US was a mai tai from the sketch Bahi Hut on 41. This was not my first legal drink, having traveled to England and Israel, where they have more sense and don't try to stifle the natural urge to imbibe and experience life under the influence. Whereas many people here drink illegally as underage persons and so take more risks while drinking or acquiring said liquor, other countries are more open to the fact that at 18 or younger with parents (referencing England here) would like to drink a glass of wine with dinner or sip a beer with friends. I go to college, every Friday, Saturday, Tuesday, and Thursday evening I am surrounded by drunks and near drunks and people getting drunk, so I am no stranger to the consequences of alcohol. Where am I going with all this? That I had a whole weekend long of celebrating my legality to purchase and drink alcohol!!!!
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| Olive Garden |
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| this is how I regularly dress |
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| My second daiquari!!! |
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| shots! Skittle and Leg Spreader |
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| I play drunk really well, don't I? |
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| my first ever legal drink!!! mai tai! |
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| pineapple upside down shot |
Just need to add first that this was the best birthday I have ever had and I was so glad I got to celebrate it with those I love. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and will remember it forever as a turning point in my life, the next milestone in life being 25 when I can rent a car?
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| my best friends!!! Thanks Casey |
Friday night I worked but everyone kept wishing me a happy birthday and to be careful and drink lots and whatnot. The owners even wished me a good time and "Happy birthday, now get back to work." I had promised my manager that I would close but they cut me early and everyone let me leave without doing the requisite tons of sidework, even though I offered. Yay for good karma! I made bucko bucks and got the hell outa there with some nice chicken parmesan to load up on some carbs for the night ahead. I drove down to the mall, flying down I75 with the wind in my hair and the deadmau5 blaring to meet my boyfie and share dinner. Met up with Volvo Ben and had a good laugh in the parking lot and reluctantly left Gdawg to get ready for a night out.
Being super chilly, I decided to dress more warm than sexy and had on black leggings covered by short jean shorts and a tye dye polka dotted shirt and my black leather jacket with my super awesome (Dar's in fact) black knee high boots with the blue flames. I did some minimal makeup and grabbed Heather and sat in Ham waiting for midnight and my best friend to come pick us up. Midnight sounded and I was too excited, telling Heather, "Be right back, I gotta do this," I stepped outside and yelled, "I'm 21!!! Wooohoo" Did I tell you my childhood friend from Washington knows me as the 'woohoo girl?'
Our first stop and my first drank was a mai tai from the Bahi Hut. Total sketch place but hell, they checked my id, the bouncer said happy birthday, as did the bartender. I attempted and sorta succeeded at tying a knot with the cherry stem only using my mouth and kept the fruit sword as a souvenir. We paid and said farewell to Heather and headed to our next stop, in search of the famed pineapple upside down shot that Nicole insisted on buying for me. I was fine at stopping at the one mai tai, but hell free drinks? Sure thing buddy! We ended up at the Banana Factory, an oddity I have always seen from the road and tacked for a gay bar, especially seeing the enormous gorrilla outside. Upon entering we were met by light country music and middle aged folk. Sitting at the bar we got our shots , Me and Nicole that is and I got a birthday shot!!!! Yay bartender! They were good too. This ended our night and we headed back to the dorms. So ends party numero 1 for me.
Sleep brought a new day and a new party. Heather wanted to take me out for lunch so I could buy a drank at a restaurant just like I had gotten her partially drunk at the daiquari deck at 2 in the afternoon on her 21st in November. We met at the Olive Garden and I ordered a peach daiquari that was delish! 5 soup, salad, and breadsticks later we parted ways again. I hung out with my boyfriend's best friends and we went all over town, the petstore and such places as Tijuana flats for the cookie dough flautas. On my way back to New College I stopped at the liquor store on 41 next to Memories Lounge and bought a bottle of shampaggin.
Party number 3 was up, the big one, the one I had been planning for a month, it was all Casey's planning, love ya Casey! He's such a great friend, he promised to take me out for my birthday back in like October with his mum's buddies at Siesta Key to barhop. They picked me up at 8 from New College and we went to our first bar of the night, Daiquari deck for a famous daiquari! I got a strawberry shortcake, yum! + some fries to get my carb intake up for the night ahead. It was even colder on this night and I had this idea of wearing footy pajamas but I don't own any sadly so I stuck with my belly dancing black flare pants over bright hot pink tights, my black leather mid-calf boots, and a red collared shirt over a velvet material tank top, with requisite leather jacket over all of that. Casey's mom's friends drank with us and accompanied us over to Gilligan's across the street (no carding!) and bought me a shot of the bartender's choice, a leg spreader and Nicole a skittle. I ended up drinking both, I loved the skittle! and we split some chicken tenders before heading towards the Beach House for some dancing and more drinking! This is where the night became epic! Casey bought the next drinks, apple pie shots which weren't my favorite, being cinnamon flavored but I drink mine and Nicole's and we hit the dance floor. I danced and partied it up and was given another, random? shot by Casey's mommy. It tasted good, I drank that one kind of rapidly.
Not much more happened, except a drunken/tipsy crowd of men started to form around the dance floor, drinks in hand or dropped on the floor. There was an old man, about 65+ who danced like a young chick, all by himself. A random red-headed guy tried to grab my shoulder as I was walking back to the dance floor from the restroom and so Nicole acted as my body-guard/bouncer and kept the drunkards at bay. Eventually I got tired, not too late either and we left for a stint at New College and the rave room. The contrast between New College parties and real-world parties is very interesting to me. I finished my night with my wonderful boyfriend, a year older; happy and content to have been in the company of loved ones.
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