It's 2:37 AM on Friday morning. I went out with some of my boys on Thursday night... starting with a prefunk of Sparks and Absolut 100 at my place, leading to Chopstix and ending at Ozzies.
Towards the end of the night, I found myself, essentially, alone. I have alcohol coursing through my veins but I had seen TM2000 and Thor leave me, and Buddy 1 elsewhere (consistent with his 86'ing from Ozzies). I was drinking water after a pair of $1 Jamison shots to cap the night, and I was sharing a table with a 21st birthday party.
The girl's name was Britanny. Given her age, "Brittany" would have been a good guess for her name, behind "Jennifer" and "Katherine", or some version thereof.
Brittany was turning 21, you see, and had the paper crown to prove it. My first experience with her was an inane one:
Me: You turning 21 today?
Her: (With a "duh" look on her face) Uh, yeah.
Me: I almost wore that crown tonight.
Her: Good thing you didn't. ("Retard" was understood.)
Me: You have many guys buy you drink tonight?
Her: Some. You wanna buy me one?
Me: No.
Her: ... uh. OK, then. Later.
That was about 15 minutes before I found myself sitting at their table. The birthday girl was singing a song, and the dudes started swarming, as they tend to do at around 1:15.
As the dudes swarmed, I remained seated and tried to be respectful by not leering at her. I started talking to her friends and a woman sitting across from me revealed to me that she was the birthday girl's mother.
I'm getting old. I had to break out my driver's license twice tonight to prove that I'm not a liar. But I'm getting to the point where women almost my age are capable of having women that I find attractive as children.
Not sure that the sentence structure is solid. But I'm drunk. And I promised the birthday party I'd make a blog entry tonight. So this will have to do.
The birthday girl was adorable and I still find it hard it to believe that her mom was her mom. BUT... it is what it is. :)
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