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stop drop and crawl 2009-03-19 1:05 a.m. Christine has no reason for complaint. I think she might be having the best birthday ever. Sure, we didn't do much the actual night of her birthday. A little past midnight - Christine wanted to stay and finish "Au Pair III", we went to Ralph's and she bought the sort of stuff old people get tipsy off of: Sutter Home white zinfandel and Bartles and James strawberry margarita coolers. The cashier was a little sassier than necessary: "Oh man... you couldn't wait until the morning? Really? Don't you have finals and class tomorrow?" Hey, not your job to judge. Scan the bitch beers. The next night the usual bunch took Christine to the Melting Pot. I knew that it would be pricey, and that there would be issues with my being vegetarian, but didn't want to believe that it would play out so badly. The dinner turned out to be $300+ or $35 per person. They charged us $75 for balloons and a piece of paper they printed out that said "Happy birthday!" Ariel ordered two meat entrees for everyone. I ate the vegetables that came on the side the entire time. Our fondue pot wasn't really working, so nothing really fried. I ate greasy raw broccoli or mushrooms. The wine broth to boil stuff in was delicious, but too far to reach, so I had less of that. For dessert, fondue should really hit the spot, but Ryan was unconvinced that we were ordering right. He thought we should get MORE pots of chocolate, and threatened everyone should they take too much of his share. Thus, I was terrified to dip anything in. I had one chocolate-crusted marshmallow and a few bites of cheesecake. Mmm, worth the $16! Har. $35 for oiled vegetables and a marshmallow that I didn't want. Taking a hit for Christine's birthday. Christine's birthday is just before St. Patrick's Day, so long ago we decided that we would do a pub crawl to honor both holidays. I didn't really think anyone would do it with me, but Amy and Christine were actually game! Amy was restless and Christine in heels, so we didn't get to very many very far, but it was so much more fun than I could describe, nonetheless.
"Come on! Just one dance!" He was very persistent - and so rude and bold to grab me! I am the slipperiest female you will ever know though, so I got out of that situation quickly. When I turned back to the others, Amy was laughing at Christine, who had just let some lecherous old man randomly take a picture of her. Not of the scenery or her irish-wear, just her face. Great, she's going to end up on the internet somewhere for guys to wank off to.
Guinness was actually a lot better than I remembered! This was the first time I enjoyed drinking it - the first half, anyways. It started to get really hot and I was bothered by people spilling on me. My mouth started to taste like lead and I was ruing paying $10 to get in. The live band was good but not worth it. We left after we were done with our pints for the next place.
Last time I was at this donut shop, I marched in and shouted "give me two of everything!" So goes the time I spent $30 on donuts.
On our walk back. Yep, the only dance move I can master is the most awkward one. Because Amy was driving, she wanted to get her drinking in early and finish with an hour and a half to sober up. I knew she wasn't a fan of all the beer so we went to Yardhouse's happy hour for her to get cocktails. Both she and Christine got martinis, because they think they can be classier than me. I got another Tokyo Tea, despite warnings from the bartender funnily enough. It was stronger than the one at Detroit Bar, and only $7.75 this time! Whattasteal!
The people next to us introduced themselves and were very chatty. Apparently they work for the FDIC and since they determined their own hours, had been there since 6 pm! The girl, Angela slid over and started caressing my back in a totally unwelcome way. She kept telling me that her friend Nick liked me, and asked what I thought of him. At first I tried to throw Amy under the bus and say that Amy was interested in him but not me. Angela persisted, so I lied and said I have a boyfriend. She was alarmed to find out that we are all only 21, since she's 35 and Nick was either 28 or 38. She wouldn't say which. After all of that, he still tried to get my number. At this point I was drunk enough to be stupid and give him my real number. He was too drunk to put it in right and so I'm safe. We stumbled across the street to our last destinations, the Helm and the Goat Hill Tavern. The Helm looked empty and exceedingly seedy, so we skipped it. In line for the Goat Hill, an actually decent guy chattd with us about the difference between ale, lager, and stout, but was unresponsive to my many proposals for a chugging contest. Oh men, you need to keep up with me. Inside we were already drunk enough, without needing more. But because we were so drunk, we ordered more. Much much more, in fact.
Our faces inside the Goat Hill. Christine somehow thought it was a good idea to get a pitcher of Coors Light for just the two of us (Amy had stopped drinking). I soldiered on to finish a third of it, with Christine filling it out to eventually be half. Enough was enough though, and we stopped. I dropped it off in the middle of someone else's table on our way out, wishing them a happy holiday. I think I'm nice when I'm drunk. I can't believe our friend James said that I'm a bitch when I am. Christine also got her ass grabbed, but we were too quick out the door to see who it was and yell at them. She was very very entertaining, trilling hello to anyone outside of her window and dancing awkwardly in the passenger seat. As soon as she laid down on her bed, she was knocked out. As for me, this was the first night that I didn't lay awake for two hours or wake up a dozen times in the night. Good night. I've spent all of today playing tetris so much that my hand is a cramped claw now. Still playing it between finished paragraphs in the entry, ha. I took breaks in between marathons to watch LOST or finally pack for the Netherlands. I'm inefficient at everything in life but packing. I'm ace at it. Really. I think Ryan and I had the same amount of things, but I fit all of mine into a suitcase half the size of his. Woot. Christ, I can't believe it's tomorrow. I should be more excited but I'm so worried about this Tetris game. I got very vicious whenever I played it and Ryan or Christine tried to talk to me. I would actually shout at them to stop talking. Hm, I should really be getting to sleep. Last night in my bed and not some dodgy hostel for a long time. Oiche Mhaith.
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