My one and only brother, Eric, turned 21 yesterday! It was a party for all. Well, mostly for him. But you know.
Eric just returned from cooking in France for three months, and therefore lost all his American friends and had nobody to come out and celebrate. (Not even his girlfriend because she is underage! Ooh Eric, you cradle robber!) I took matters into my own hands and invited/harassed all my lovely friends to show him a good time.
Things that entered Eric’s liver last night:
- Shot of Pinnacle Whipped Cream vodka in my kitchen (YOU’RE WELCOME, ERIC)
- Beer #1 at Quinn’s
- Beer #2 at Quinn’s
- La Fiona shot at Poquitos
- El Dude vanilla tequila thing at Poquitos
- Strawberry shortcake Jell-O shot at Unicorn
- Hellicorn shot at Unicorn
(You know it’s your 21st birthday when you take Jell-O shots and something called a “Hellicorn”) - Multiple whiskey and tequila shots at Unicorn as well? This is where I start to lose count. I think there were 3-5 shots in there
- Beer at Elysian
So, only about 8-15 drinks total. Apparently that’s all it took. After that last beer, the bathrooms at Elysian were treated to a special show. (And so was dear sweet Joe, who accompanied my brother to make sure he didn’t die in there.)
You only turn 21 once. But don’t worry, Eric, you still have 22, 23, 24, 25, etc. to look forward to, and if you’re anything like your big sister, you have plenty of trainwrecks awaiting you in the future.
