But it's all in good fun. Heh.
So my birthday was yesterday. Probably the best birthday I've had since I was a little kid.
Jonie was off Monday night, so I decided we could go out then even though I had to go to work on Tuesday (my actual birthday). We went to the only bar that I really enjoy going to because it's usually not very crowded, and Kathy, the lady that owns it, is a really cool lady. So me, Jonie, Devin, Ralph, and Trish went to the Burgh Bar in West Pittsburgh. I didn't want to get drunk--all I wanted to do was have a few beers, get a nice buzz going, and have a good time.
And I did that. However, at midnight, Ralph stood up and shouted, "It's twelve o'clock! It's officially her birthday now!"
And then the shots started coming. Have I mentioned that I've never drunk tequila before? Well, some ten shots later, I was seeing triple of everything. I also decided that that would be an excellent time to play pool. Needless to say, I lost, but the fact that I managed to sink some of the balls is a huge accomplishment, in my opinion.
We went home at two and I tried to sober up to no avail, so I went to bed at three. I did have the presence of mind to feed my rabbit before I went to bed though. Even if it was six hours late.
I went to work the next day hungover and miserable. On top of that, yesterday was by far the worst day I've ever had at work, and not just because of the hangover.
Number one, my boss was in a pissy mood because we screwed something up while he was on vacation. So me and Dan got bitched at. Numerous times. Just me and Dan, too, and we're not the only ones that screwed up. Hell, I'm the one that found out what we'd done and therefore prevented more mistakes. Didn't matter to Mike though. Bitch bitch bitch.
Number two, a local school had their carnival yesterday, wherein the kids could win a coupon for a free gold fish at Critter Corner. So ninety some kids came to the store to get fish. I can't stand it when there are large groups of little kids in the pet store. They all wanted to hold everything in the store, so when I wasn't getting goldfish, I was chasing down hamsters, mice, and guinea pigs that they held and subsequently let go of.
But, after the eight hours from hell were over with, me, Ralph, Devin, and Trish went to The Lube for wing night. Once again, Ralph embarrassed me by telling someone it was my birthday, so a chorus of waiters and waitresses sang to me. Then, after we finished and paid our bill, Ralph (unbeknownst to me) left a note on his receipt for our waiter. I still don't know what it said, but while we were standing outside for the smokers to have their after-meal cigarettes, our waiter came out and handed me a piece of paper with his phone number on it.
Up to that point, I'd been full-sure he was gay, so that was a surprise in more ways than one.
So, fun as it was, the birthday and the embarrassment are over. Now there's something worth celebrating!
Peace out, homies.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
But it's all in good fun. Heh.