Tuesday, January 8, 2013
The Night Of My 21st Birthday
Everyone remembers how they celebrated their twenty first birthday. God knows I remember mine.
The original idea was to have a few of my friends and just have dinner. It may not sound like a good time, but it's a legendary time for us introverts. I pray for those times when I can be able to sit down with friends, eat a ton of food, drink Moscato or Pinot Grigio, and have a ball. It's like heaven central happening at the dinner table or the couch.
Sadly, things didn't work out as planned. My birthday was on a Wednesday. Wednesday is not a so called going out day. It's more categorized as a questionable day, meaning you're questioning whether you should go out with friends or lay back on the couch with Chinese food on your lap. This resulted in a bitter confusion on my part because I had no idea if they were going to spent my birthday with me or not.
In the end, they didn't. I found myself celebrating my birthday alone at a seafood restaurant. Don't cry for me. I sat there with shrimp dumplings, mashed potatoes, lobster, and Heinekens. I had the time of my life under $50.
After three drinks, eating a colossal amount of food, and drunk calling a few of my friends, I decided that it was time to leave and go back to my place. I was drunk, but I knew where I was, what I was doing, and who I was talking to. I still to this day don't understand how people say they don't remember what they did yesterday. I drink a lot and I remember everything.
I got on the R train to my place. I was still fine. I wasn't losing my balance or saying unusual things. I was completely fine. Then the train started shaking. I don't know what was wrong with the road, but I do remember the times when my body was jumping up and down from the inside. All of that bouncing awakened the Heinekens and as soon as the train arrived at my destination, I was completely out of it.
I couldn't walk straight. My bladder was losing control. My mind was traveling back and forth. I tried not to show public intoxication. New York City security is far more strict than the security in New Orleans. There are times when I thought security was going to pop out of the bushes and arrest me right me on the spot if I ever show any signs of public intoxication.
I got my place and my good friend, who just coincidentally had there, saw that I wasted and came to the rescue. Sadly, his form of rescuing almost made me throw up. He picked me up and my stomach landed on his shoulder. I was placed on the bed and that was it for me.
Quite a memorable 21st birthday, if I do say so myself.