Aah, 21st birthday... why did you have to fall on a #$*%&! MONDAY!? Well, I was sitting in my room on Sunday, October 20th, doing my homework while simultaneously reading the Bible, calling my grandmother, and rescuing a drowning puppy, when who should call but Meridee ordering me to get in the courtyard right now! Never one to question such inexplicable decrees, I immediately obeyed and found her waiting outside with Lisa, Senwung, and Don, who were all there to take me to Anna Liffey's... such good friends I have! Anyway, long story short, the bar closed at 1, so I had 11 drinks in 45 minutes, yada yada yada, and the rest is photo history. Don't give me that disgusted look—I was extremely efficient! A couple of Long Island iced teas, a couple of Irish car bombs, a couple of shots... really very simple. I should mention that at one point the owner of the pub came over to drink with us, and upon finding out it was my birthday, promptly mooned the table, and then offered me a complimentary beer. He asked me several times if I had a pocket in the vest I was wearing, which I confirmed several times—but when he went to stick the free beer in it, of course it turned out there was no pocket at all, and the bottle promptly slipped through and shattered onto the ground. Not one of my better nights... anyway, thanks to Meridee for all the photos (priceless!) and to the aforementioned folks for helping me celebrate. (The end result of all this: I crashed on Robert's couch, totally drunk, at 1:30 a.m., slept with my contacts in (which hurt like hell the next morning, obviously), missed two morning classes, went drunk to lunch and then to my translation seminar, slept through dinner, then was taken out by a different set of friends to Viva's that night for a second round of birthday debauchery, which involved free drinks from random Southern Connecticut U. girls, but no pictures to verify any of it. The end.)
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