Birthdays hurt
We went out last night to celebrate my birthday since Niki will be working on Tuesday night. It was just the two of us and my friend Cesar. We stuffed ourselves silly (at least I did) at Sushi+Sake at Green Valley Ranch and then wandered over to Quinn's for some beer. Unfortunately, Quinn's no longer has the Sunday $2 Guinness deal. I guess that was a blessing in disguise because, since I wasn't tied to cheap Guinness, I got to explore my options and discovered they have Murphy's (my new favorite) on tap. I already had 2 Irish Car Bombs, 1.5 Guinness, and 3 Murphy's when Cesar and I decided to play Beer Pong. I was pretty hammered after 2 rounds in which I drank about a pitcher of Smithwick's. We had a lot of fun.
Today I am paying for it. Some day I will learn that I shouldn't drink like that on a Sunday. For now I just wish I could curl up some place dark and quiet.
posted by Aaron at 8/25/2008 09:08:00 AM
5 Comments:
That's impressive. You've come a long way from the times I had to buy you alcohol when I lived in San Diego and turned 21 at the time.
2:14 PM
I'd rather forget about that. I did horrible things with that bottle of vodka.
2:58 PM
There's a lot of things you'd like to forget about, but my long term memory gets in the way :-)
10:54 AM
Just imagine how much worse you would feel if you were drinking cheap american beer. Consider yourself lucky.
11:02 AM
Then it would be a strange mix of organ failure and shame. If I'm going to punish my body, I'm not going to insult myself with cheap beer.
BTW - Pitchers prices for beer pong at Quinn's: $10 for Bud Lite or $15 for anything else. My pride is worth more than $5.
11:18 AM
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