My sister-in-law's 21st birthday
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fatrockstarIt's amazing what you learn about people when they are completely shitfaced.
Garret, his brother Nate, his brother's girlfriend K, his sister L, and her boyfriend Jack were supposed to meet at EMP's Liquid Lounge at 8. We arrived at 8:10, Nate & K arrived at 8:35, and L & Jack didn't actually show up until 9. Nate had announced earlier that he and K would have to leave around 10:30 to prep for Thanksgiving (they're hosting). Yeah, like THAT happened. Here are a few hilights:
Liquid Lounge: L has several drinks (probably four or five), one of them titled "Muff Diver." Fill a martini glass with whipped cream and drop a shot glass full of tasty liquor in the middle. Drink it without using your hands. Hilarity ensues. Yes, we got pictures--she picked it up on the first try (impressive).
After several drinks, L starts to talk about her mother (my MIL), telling me that it really upsets her that her parents are distant to each other, have never shown affection in front of her, and that before she left to work for the Mouse this summer her mother admitted that her marriage would probably be over once the nest was truly empty. That didn't happen, obviously, but I could tell that this shook L up. "I hate to think that the only thing holding my parents' marriage together is that they go to church every Sunday." I agree.
On the way out, L tells us she got a call from Nate's last ex, KR. KR was a bubbly, friendly, psycho twentysomething who went from girlfriend status to stalker after he broke it off with her (something we learned after she convinced L to get her a job with her restaurant). Anyway, long story longer, KR confessed that she had been stripping at the Lusty Lady to make ends meet while she worked with L, ended up selling her sailboat to some guy who she ended up sleeping with regularly in order to "keep" said sailboat at her disposal, and is now going to sail off to some exotic location with him. Not that that was important for the birthday story, I just found it interesting.
Bada: Garret started to show his inebriation in the car. He does this by giggling and talking nonstop. It's very cute. "I hope I can fake being sober well enough that I can get a drink at this new place." Hm. Yeah. We get out of the car and head toward the place we think is our next destination (because we're in three different cars, the six of us) and run into a couple of my former co-workers on the way back to their car to get I.D. We chat for a minute in front of Axis, agree to see each other inside and part ways. As we get to the door, Nate calls Garret on his cel and wants to know where the heck we are. Apparently, Axis isn't where we need to be. We walk another block down to meet the rest of our party and walk into a 70's sci-fi picture...
Bada was very eurotrash techno-monochrome, and the DJ was really mellow (read: boring). Not a lot of people there, which was probably a good thing. The barkeep and the waitress looked us up and down and sneered. Hm. Why are we here again? There's a little padded lounge room off the bar that we pile into, and it's just quiet enough that we can all talk in our normal voices. Jack decides to play pool against a Japanese shark in the next room. Good thing he was nice -- money would have been lost. L has two more drinks and decides to go talk to strange men at the other pool table. The waitress at Bada was an insufferable bitch, but Garret tipped her anyway. "Maybe she can buy something to extract that stick up her ass with the extra cash," he explains.
The Owl & Thistle Tavern: It's already waaay past 10:30, Garret is drunk, Nate is drunk, and L is TRASHED (but hides it well). Since Garret took Nate to the O&T on HIS 21st, it seemed like a good tradition to continue. Four more drinks go into L. Just before the fourth, she asks where the ladies' room is. After that drink goes down, though... she barely makes it. K follows her to make sure she's okay, and the boys just laaaaaaugh. They've been in there a few minutes so I follow.
L is in the loo, and K has a look on her face that is half amusement and half I-hope-those-rotten-brothers-of-hers-are-happy (L is a brat, it's true, but I'll admit they did push the envelope a little far. They really should have stopped when she asked where the bathroom was). After a few minutes, L comes out wiping little bits out of her hair and off her designer scarf, telling me that she didn't yak after all. She's a bad liar. Better yet, she's still drunk.
It's now half past midnight and L wants to eat. Garret is just as drunk as L is (if not more, because he didn't get sick) and thinks it's a great idea. They both want to go to the 13 Coins for grub. The caffeine from my diet pop has worn off and I'm exhausted, and everyone else except Garret and L are ready to call it a night. Majority wins, and we say our goodbyes. L thinks she and Jack are going to eat by themselves, but he's already told us that he's taking her home.
Garret, getting drunker by the minute, babbles incoherently and giggles all the way home. Throughout the night he has been getting more and more grabby, telling me how much he loves me and how special I am. I can't tell if his excessive declarations of love are the drink or L telling him how inspiring our marriage/relationship is to her after being saddened by Mom & Dad's churchian union. At home, he makes a a huge pass at me (woo!) and says he'll meet me in the bedroom after a few minutes. He wants to sober up a little to avoid the spins. I fall asleep waiting for him. In the middle of the night I get up for a glass of water and find him very, very sick in the bathroom -- it's almost 2:30 (we got home an hour and a half before). He'd stay there until 4 and then come to bed.
We'll hear from everyone else on Thanksgiving, I'm sure. I imagine their evenings were just as interesting once they got home. I was the only person who didn't drink, but I still had fun. And we got pictures! Yaaay!
Garret, his brother Nate, his brother's girlfriend K, his sister L, and her boyfriend Jack were supposed to meet at EMP's Liquid Lounge at 8. We arrived at 8:10, Nate & K arrived at 8:35, and L & Jack didn't actually show up until 9. Nate had announced earlier that he and K would have to leave around 10:30 to prep for Thanksgiving (they're hosting). Yeah, like THAT happened. Here are a few hilights:
Liquid Lounge: L has several drinks (probably four or five), one of them titled "Muff Diver." Fill a martini glass with whipped cream and drop a shot glass full of tasty liquor in the middle. Drink it without using your hands. Hilarity ensues. Yes, we got pictures--she picked it up on the first try (impressive).
After several drinks, L starts to talk about her mother (my MIL), telling me that it really upsets her that her parents are distant to each other, have never shown affection in front of her, and that before she left to work for the Mouse this summer her mother admitted that her marriage would probably be over once the nest was truly empty. That didn't happen, obviously, but I could tell that this shook L up. "I hate to think that the only thing holding my parents' marriage together is that they go to church every Sunday." I agree.
On the way out, L tells us she got a call from Nate's last ex, KR. KR was a bubbly, friendly, psycho twentysomething who went from girlfriend status to stalker after he broke it off with her (something we learned after she convinced L to get her a job with her restaurant). Anyway, long story longer, KR confessed that she had been stripping at the Lusty Lady to make ends meet while she worked with L, ended up selling her sailboat to some guy who she ended up sleeping with regularly in order to "keep" said sailboat at her disposal, and is now going to sail off to some exotic location with him. Not that that was important for the birthday story, I just found it interesting.
Bada: Garret started to show his inebriation in the car. He does this by giggling and talking nonstop. It's very cute. "I hope I can fake being sober well enough that I can get a drink at this new place." Hm. Yeah. We get out of the car and head toward the place we think is our next destination (because we're in three different cars, the six of us) and run into a couple of my former co-workers on the way back to their car to get I.D. We chat for a minute in front of Axis, agree to see each other inside and part ways. As we get to the door, Nate calls Garret on his cel and wants to know where the heck we are. Apparently, Axis isn't where we need to be. We walk another block down to meet the rest of our party and walk into a 70's sci-fi picture...
Bada was very eurotrash techno-monochrome, and the DJ was really mellow (read: boring). Not a lot of people there, which was probably a good thing. The barkeep and the waitress looked us up and down and sneered. Hm. Why are we here again? There's a little padded lounge room off the bar that we pile into, and it's just quiet enough that we can all talk in our normal voices. Jack decides to play pool against a Japanese shark in the next room. Good thing he was nice -- money would have been lost. L has two more drinks and decides to go talk to strange men at the other pool table. The waitress at Bada was an insufferable bitch, but Garret tipped her anyway. "Maybe she can buy something to extract that stick up her ass with the extra cash," he explains.
The Owl & Thistle Tavern: It's already waaay past 10:30, Garret is drunk, Nate is drunk, and L is TRASHED (but hides it well). Since Garret took Nate to the O&T on HIS 21st, it seemed like a good tradition to continue. Four more drinks go into L. Just before the fourth, she asks where the ladies' room is. After that drink goes down, though... she barely makes it. K follows her to make sure she's okay, and the boys just laaaaaaugh. They've been in there a few minutes so I follow.
L is in the loo, and K has a look on her face that is half amusement and half I-hope-those-rotten-brothers-of-hers-are-happy (L is a brat, it's true, but I'll admit they did push the envelope a little far. They really should have stopped when she asked where the bathroom was). After a few minutes, L comes out wiping little bits out of her hair and off her designer scarf, telling me that she didn't yak after all. She's a bad liar. Better yet, she's still drunk.
It's now half past midnight and L wants to eat. Garret is just as drunk as L is (if not more, because he didn't get sick) and thinks it's a great idea. They both want to go to the 13 Coins for grub. The caffeine from my diet pop has worn off and I'm exhausted, and everyone else except Garret and L are ready to call it a night. Majority wins, and we say our goodbyes. L thinks she and Jack are going to eat by themselves, but he's already told us that he's taking her home.
Garret, getting drunker by the minute, babbles incoherently and giggles all the way home. Throughout the night he has been getting more and more grabby, telling me how much he loves me and how special I am. I can't tell if his excessive declarations of love are the drink or L telling him how inspiring our marriage/relationship is to her after being saddened by Mom & Dad's churchian union. At home, he makes a a huge pass at me (woo!) and says he'll meet me in the bedroom after a few minutes. He wants to sober up a little to avoid the spins. I fall asleep waiting for him. In the middle of the night I get up for a glass of water and find him very, very sick in the bathroom -- it's almost 2:30 (we got home an hour and a half before). He'd stay there until 4 and then come to bed.
We'll hear from everyone else on Thanksgiving, I'm sure. I imagine their evenings were just as interesting once they got home. I was the only person who didn't drink, but I still had fun. And we got pictures! Yaaay!
