That's a terrific story Mr. Boffo, way better than my birthday treat last year of seeing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (it opened right on my birthday). Hey, it was what I wanted, so I was happy.
Last year, I had the second worst birthday of my life (topped only by the year my girlfriend went HOME with another guy)....
I figured I wanted to have a good one, so we attacked Don Cherry's for dinner. Chicken and ribs went down - and I was feeling good.
From there, we moved to the Honest Lawyer, and since I had a whole lot of people with me, they insisted on buying me drinks.
Started with a Blue, and 2 body shots of tequila to be taken off my (at the time) girlfriend.
That was followed by a buddy of mine ordering six Irish Carbombs, and me being put on the spot to drink 3 of them. Being the nasty drinks they are, I wasn't feeling so good.
Of course, a Really Nice Guy then hits me up with three shots of 3 Wisemen. I don't even want to know WHAT goes into THAT drink, because lord knows I'm sure it peels paint when it's not in bars.
And finally, the main event, where I was challenged to drink an entire Beerzooka. This contraption looks like a see-through coffee dispenser, and carries 120 ounces of beer.
I took 'er down!
And then threw up. A lot.
Rest of the night is not something I recall too closely, except that I woke up in my bathroom the following day with a hangover that lasted 3 days.
This year - I have no intentions of repeating it. My birthday, 3 weeks away, will involve something FUN that doesn't involve drinking .... I haven't figured out just WHAT that could be yet, since it's hard to cater to a group of people in their mid 20's. I am not a clubber or dancer. Any suggestions???
Originally posted by cfgbOf course, a Really Nice Guy then hits me up with three shots of 3 Wisemen. I don't even want to know WHAT goes into THAT drink, because lord knows I'm sure it peels paint when it's not in bars.
My birthday was two days ago. Where were all the loving messages? (weep)
I had a good night's sleep Sunday night, and awoke with the knowledge that I'm 35 years old now. I wasn't as contemplative as I thought I'd be upon awaking. Mainly because it was 5:00am, and I had to get to the gym. I did have to acknowledge my age while working out, though, as the PowerRamp machine asked how old I was. My form of motivation came from the guy working out next to me-he was in his mid-40's, wearing a red "Hulkamania" t-shirt. Perfect.
I went to work and thought I could get through the whole day without having to talk about my birthday. It was easily the busiest day of the year so far and wow, were people on edge. My two co-workers were sniping at each other, and telling me that the other was grumpy. To be honest, I found this all very entertaining, and considered it a nice present. It also solidified my resolve to escape there by July.
Yes, that is Grumpy of the Seven Dwarves. Most of us were kind of wondering why I'd get a cake with Grumpy on it (Dopey, maybe), but the lady who ordered it said it was ironic because I was so pleasant. I think the cake was on sale at DQ. It was an ice cream cake-I ate two slices and felt ill.
I went home and made dinner for my guest and also received a call from my parents. A cute girl came over just after 7:00pm, and seemed to enjoy the meal. At least she didn't get violently ill. After dinner, she pulled out this insanely huge case of poker chips to teach me how to play while we watched the CMT Awards. She also brought a mini-cheesecake and a candle.
Right after that picture was taken, we went to take a picture of the two of us together, but then she took off her glasses, and the next time I looked up it was 12:40am.
I've been skiing since I was 5 and snowboarding since I was 11 or 12. I also worked as an instructer throughout high school. My theory is: Skiing is easier to pick up, harder to master. Snowboarding is harder to pick up, easier to master.