Benihana

I went there last night and had a terrible martini. Truly one of the worst martinis I have ever had. Bleh.

It was a minorly festive occasion - although not nearly so much as for me as for the table behind me.

It was Dude's birthday. And I say Dude because that's exactly who this guy was, quintessential Dude.

He and his frat boyfriends got completely schnockered and slurred their words, cheered it up, gave away their money, clapped their rice-laden hands together and partied until the place closed and they had to go home and sleep it off. All for the big 22!

I can't even remember what I did on my twenty-second birthday.

Holy crap I'm an old fart.

Probably something uneventful with a very clever asshat named Chase. Or else we were broken up and I was beyond clinically depressed - I honestly have no recollection.


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I wonder if 10:30 is too early for beer? I'm very bored at work today.

Maria is here. I bet I could get her to drink some vodka and Red Bull with me.

Speaking of Red Bull and vodka - Evan Goepfert used to try and get me to drink this drink back when I thought I didn't like it. I am using his full name because I want to find him. I'm hoping that he's vain enough to Google himself, and will be directed here.

Let's see if this plan works.

Hah.