My 21st birthday

I'm still writing about spring break, but I can write about this stuff pretty quickly. First, I talked to my mom on her birthday, promising I wouldn't do 21 shots for my own birthday. Only a madman would attempt such a dangerous feat. So I'm a liar, but my mom doesn't like to hear about the stupid shit I do until after I do it, so, mom-- I'm sorry I lied, but it's so much better this way, no? I hope you got sleep on the night of May 1st, my 21st birthday.

April 30- I started off the birthday weekend on Thursday, when Nick Morley, my friend from SigEp/Sydney arrived at the train station. We bullshitted and went into town and he told me about all the faults of Newcastle's scones. We went back to my place and started drinking to Beerfest and he invited a few of his Australian friends over. Turns out, his friends live really close to me, so I'll hang out with them on occasion-- sweet birthday gift from Nick Morley-- New Australian homies. We get pretty drunk and decide it's time to make Jello shots for the party guests tomorrow. Cooking whilst drunk is so much fun. Then we made some sort of ramsackle food for our own dinner and kept drinking. This time to Space Jam. After awhile, all my roommates came down and we watched a few episodes of Family Guy (it was raining, and movies just seemed like the thing) before Nick and I decided to go to the bar. We went to Customs, but it was only 9, and there wasn't even a bartender. So we went to the Brewery, and they had live music playing. We each got a beer and sat at the table. Nick was about to pass out just sitting there. He decided that beer was not for him and got a rum and coke. I'm a chivalrous guy, so I finished his beer for him. The bands that were playing were not really pumping us up, and got really boring, so we left and got drunk food at Harry's Meat Pies. Both Nick and Harry laughed at me when I ordered Mashed Potatoes and Gravy, but seriously-- MEAT PIES ARE GROSS. We went back home and it was 11:30. A half an hour away from me turning 21. We watch another episode of Family Guy and take a shot. He passes out on his bed and I start drunk skyping.

May 1st- We sleep in, go for a run (Nick kicked my ass), skype Adam Schilling and his girlfriend Brittani who take a shot with us, and meet Nick's friend for lunch. We spend the afternoon just chilling out doin what we do, and around 4 o'clock, we go back to my place for the beginning of shots. I started off with the strong shots (Bacardi Limon, vodka, and rum) with the plan that I would take the easier shots later (Slippery Nipple, or the ingredients to a Slippery Nipple). Someone would write the shot and the number of said shot on a piece of paper, and I would have to sign my name after each one. So then at the end, we can look at how craaaazyyyy my handwriting gets when I'm wasted. I already knew this, but everyone got to find out: My handwriting does not change, no matter how drunk I get. What does change are my facial expressions and my vocabulary. Anyway, like I said, I started off with hard shots and occasionally had an easy one. We bought Red Bulls because damn it, I never drink energy drinks, so my tolerance to those things is zero. I had a couple Red Bulls with my shots and I knew I would make it to 21. We were having a potluck, but I didn't eat any food. I knew that would be a disaster. Around shot #17, the people around me were astounded that I was so lucid, but I knew that I was pretty drunk and not going to keep up the facade much longer. However, at shot 18, I began to feel invincible, and Tammy, who promised to keep me alive did a death challenge. She bet me that I couldn't make it to 30 shots. FUCK THAT, I am NOT backing down from that challenge. Here's what happened:

Shot #18- Tam's challenge is on the table, Rob accepts.
Shot #19- A carrot cake is brought out. Everyone is singing at Rob. Rob looks annoyed.
(I don't like singing. Also the Carrot cake was burnt. Kinda cute.)
Shot #20- Another cake is brought out. Rob has no recollection of said cake. There was also a birthday card. Rob reads it for 2 seconds, throws it to the person on his right and says "I'm sure it's nice"
Shot #21- Rob takes it without much acknowledgment until he signs the paper, and then everyone cheers. Whatever, it's not 30

This picture is of me and my 21st shot:


Shot #22- Most memory fades
Shot #23- Rob decides that he can take the worst shot on the table-- the cheapest vodka Australia has to offer. He sips this one.
Shot #24- Rob takes it very slowly and passes out over his chaser. Tammy claims victory. Rob doesn't have the ability to concede.

I'd like to take this moment to say that I did NOT change my shots from strong to light. I took mostly Bacardi Limon (finished 95% of the bottle) and took 4 shots of Slippery Nipple. If I wanted to make it to 30, I probably should have just done Slippery Nipples until they were gone. I still have a lot left.

At this point in the night I was slipping in and out of consciousness and pretty much making a major fool of myself. I eventually threw up into an empty box of Corona, passed out in my living room floor, woke up and took off all my clothes, got cold and put on more clothes, got markered on, and went drunk exploring on my own. Don't worry, they found me in the church parking lot.