*pause while i find that jam and a half on iTunes*

so i have been 21 for hours and 11 minutes. i worked 6-12. work is always nice. it's the kind of job you hate only when you aren't there. the store manager, that most people don't get along with, told me that since tomorrow is my birthday, i can leave at 10 instead of 12. i think i like this manager. also nice at work was renewing my first membership ever, which counts as selling one. the huge poster in the break room puts large pressure on us to do such things! the store manager also told me that i should buy booze tonight. i was kind of unsure because some places won't sell to you early in the a.m. on your birthday. so i almost smoked a roach and went to bed.

but then i was all like "fuck that." kinda like bustah rhimes... or whatever ghetto spelling he uses.

so i looked through my phone boook for some friends who are "of age." first number i called was craig, AKA crizzle, AKA craigery. he was down for a trip to the bar. we went to Pub 13, on his tab. the drinks were: red headed slut, amstel light, bell's oberon, amstel light, and finally, a red stripe (on my own tab).

conversation consisted of photography, macintosh, random broads that we caught glimpses of, and the terrtible service at our end of the bar.

this all ended when craig said something along the lines of "dddddaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnnnn."

i thought he was joking about a friend until a sexy and familiar looking girl in a short skirt sat down to my right, with craig to my left. basically, she is hot and belligerently drunk and wants more drinks. she is (bum bum bum) THE DRUNKEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD! so craig does a shot with her as she hits on him and i sip on imported beer. however, the red headed slut wasn't what she really wanted. what she really wanted was a shot of captain morgan. and some coke on the side. and a bud light too. (only 2 bucks, "bargain!!")

i buy her the last two, because i've never bought drinks for anyone besides shayna. when she first approached us, i look like her brother. which cracks her up. then she tries my glasses on. then i ask for them back. and she says i am much sexier with my glasses. then she tells me i look like harry potter, which means she has to kiss me on the lips many times. the real harry potter isn't so lucky! although that was pretty sweet, the best part was when we serenaded eachother with usher's "nice and slow" and she was "grindin' all up in this shit."

the drunkest woman in the world was quite an oppurtiny for many a player. but after some ghetto guy with a crustache started hitting on her and talking about how it's his birthday (it's mine too, shitface) right after we kissed, and the bar tender told me to either take her home and sleep with her or lit him have her, i opted for the latter because she seemed more deserving of a crustache, and chugged the remainder of my beer.

-nate

p.s. i'm drunk! (surprised?)