Friday, November 16, 2007

1999

I can't believe that I was invited out on the town to celebrate my friend's daughter (who is also my friend) 21st birthday tonight. I must be cooler than I think I am. Or maybe she thinks that I am cooler than I am. Hmmm. Anyway, I am going out to party like it's 1999 because that was the year I turned 21. One of the few memories I have of the evening was standing on top of a crowded bar while everyone cheered me on and I took a double shot of something called Black Death, followed by many amaretto sours. The main thing I learned that night was that if you are going to barf your brains out in your dorm room sink, drink amaretto sours because they taste the same going in both directions. Also? Remember to take the next day off of work. Your co-workers will thank you.

2 Comments:

Blogger Molly said...

Ahhh, 1999, a year when "purple hooters" had a totally different connotation... those were the days! :)

1:06 PM  
Anonymous Andy said...

And we're the same age? Uncanny.

And the same goes for peach schnopps. Though I can't drink them anymore for that reason.

2:00 PM  

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