Celebration

Last night was the first time in a very long while that I had gotten drunk. After having dinner at Javan's, Tammy drove me over to O'Briens in Santa Monica. I had never been to that particular bar before, so it was going to be interesting. Initially we had planned on going to Brennan's for the turtle racing, but due to inclement weather, we opted to do O'Briens. Of course with my fortune, it began raining after we finished up at the Irish pub around 11:30.

Like I said earlier, I was never one to really celebrate my birthday. On occasion I have been known to go out and have dinner with some friends, and usually call it a night. Celebrating my birthday last night was one of the best gatherings I've had. My friends Delia and Kelly arrived at the pub, courtesy of Patrick and Bejan, and then Carlene and her friend Constance showed up a bit later. We started off the night with Irish Car Bombs (which I like, but it seems that most do not seem to prefer it), and just kind of ordered drinks afterwards. Aside from the car bomb, I had a Newcastle beer (I finished it) and a shot of some sort with my friend Bejan. If you know me at all, consuming all that alcohol essentially pushes me to my limits of coherency. Then again Tammy said I lost control of my inter-monologue skills. Ah well. I just recall that for most of the time at the pub I kept putting my head down on the table. There were a few moments yesterday night where I thought to myself, hmm maybe I shouldn't be saying these things.

Somehow I managed to make myself go to work today. Starting from last night, I am going to be celebrating my birthday throughout the rest of the week, even up to Sunday. Saturday night I will be going out on my beer tour, meeting up with Tammy and some of her friends and my friend Aaron, weather permitting of course. Tour starts at Father's Office (5:00 pm). Patrick will be joining me later that night towards the end of our beer tour. He has to study for his finals. We are supposed to end up at the Daily Pint, which is our favorite bar spot in the west side. Did I mention that the beer tour will be done via bike? However, if it begins to rain before the suggested meeting time, our contingency plan is just to meet up at the Daily Pint and stay there for as long as we want. Tonight I'm going home to have dinner with my parents for my birthday, and then picking up my Kitchen Aid mixer!

Eventually I will post some photos up from last night. I did manage to get a fairly good group photo of everyone. Well everyone minus Carlene and Constance.

I am looking forward towards this upcoming year. It seems to have started on a positive note for me this time. Thanks to everyone who made the effort to wish me a happy birthday and to all my friends that showed up to the bar.

Red Lion Tavern and Daily Pint are still my favorite places to go.

I'll have an entry dedicated to beer and pubs later on. One day I will get into wine, but this is not in the foreseeable future.

Aging

I'd like to believe that as I turn the delightful age of 25 today, that I am aging like fine wine and cheese. Right I know, ridiculously corny.

Anyway, as the events unfold for the day I realized that today does reflect my life. It started out kind of sunny, with a few clouds scattered throughout the sky. As I drove to my meeting in Santa Clarita, the day grew colder and more gray. When I actually got to work in Ramirez Canyon at Malibu, it was just cold, and ugly.

Now I know what you must be thinking, but come on, the events of today totally mirror what will happen to me... eventually. So I would like to say Happy Birthday Frances! Happy Birthday to me... ironically I drove down Malibu Canyon past where I once went to calculus camp (what a waste of time and money) and ended up on PCH. See the relevance? High school to working world... and my life is still so very uninteresting.

Tonight should be fun. My co-worker Tammy kind of planned my birthday night outing, and we're having dinner at Javan (a Persian place), then heading over to O'Brien's pub on Wilshire and 22nd. My brother-in-law said that I sound like a drunkard, but I'm not (oh so far from one). A hand full of my friends are showing up at the bar. I don't think I could ask for anything more considering that I rarely celebrated my birthday to begin with. Instead of drunkard, you can call me a dullard. Or a mallard (okay, inside joke unless you've read that short story "The Story of an Hour").

Oh and I really love this option of "fully justify." It makes my entry look so neat. Still adjusting to blogger, and still in shock over Lj.