Such a Lightweight

Thursday, September 22nd, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it.

As far as 21st Birthday celebrations go, I would like to think that mine was quite mellow. I spent most of the day at work, diving through paperwork and pending stuff. Finally got home, where I had a nice TV-watching with a few close friends, with the premiere of Martha’s The Apprentice (Martha is the only reason why I would watch a reality show), and the season premiere of Lost (Herman got me hooked, and I spent the past 48 hours catching up on the whole season). I made some bruschetta brushed with olive oil and seasonings, and served with pastrami, and after Lost, we ate the ice-cream cake that Herman sweetly provided.

I was content with having the night end there, but Spencer and Herman decided to bring me out to get some drinks.

The minute we walked into the Blake’s, the drag queen holding court immediately draws his attention to us three gaysians walking through the door, and Spencer proceeds to announce my birthday. The drag queen immediately made a spectacle of it, and handed me two double-shots of Jagermeister and Goldschlager, and I downed both, thought I was fine for a few minutes, drank a Sexondabeach Spencer got me, and felt all three hit me like a two-ton jackhammer. I’m quite embarrassed that Herman, Nick, and Spencer had to see me go down like that.

I am such a lightweight.

I promise more rational posts. Hedonism is better left savored.

Thoughts about being 21

Honestly, turning 21 has no real emotional significance for me. I had already been enjoying the benefits of legal-age drinking for years in Puerto Rico (the drinking age is 18), and the only benefit I see is the freedom to join my friends for drinks at a bar without a lesbian at the door barring access.

It was great to hear from Taryn, my soul-twin from Switzerland, who called me in the middle of the day. She’s fabulous as always, and I have to remember to ring her anytime I cross Washington, D.C. We wished each other a Happy Birthday, and caught up for a few minutes before I went back to work.

I got a ton of messages from Facebook too, which is a plus and really good to know that people found out about my birthday.

Even brother Eddie called me from Singapore to wish me a Happy Birthday, so that was nice. I saw my younger sisters the night before when we had a family dinner for my birthday at the Cheesecake Factory.

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Remember this? The Egg + Muffin Toaster I raved about months ago. Joey got me that for my birthday, which is just about the sweetest birthday gift anybody has gotten for me. I then proceeded to show him how wearing slimmer jeans could help make an impact on personal appearance. After the cake, I proceeded to demo the new kitchen appliance, much to the delight of guests.

Being 21, I now can indulge in facets of my personality I never managed to explore, like alcoholism, and buying drinks for the minors.