My 21st Birthday.

For a good year or so I was considered the baby at my restaurant. You know that under-aged hostess in the movie 'Waiting'. That was me. I tried to get sassy with the guys in the front of the house. I think after a week of working at this particular restaurant one of the bartenders had slipped me his phone number. Kinda awkward because I was...19? He was definitely in his late 20's. Flattering, yes. If anything, I'm sure he was interested because 1) I was young which equals naive and 2) these guys seemed to have the hots for the Asian girls...if I can even include myself in that category.

My 21st birthday was fast approaching, and everyone knew I was really excited. Mostly because about 7 months before I got drunk at work and passed out in the bathroom...which is a story that I'd be happy to tell when I muster up the courage to do so. My birthday landed on a Monday, so my boss told me to come into the restaurant on Sunday night at 10pm so we can celebrate it midnight. Shit, alright. Cool.

I decided that I'd bring a good friend-- Manang Krys. This girl knows how to get down, and she was always the one who promoted under-age drinking. We go into the restaurant and I indulged in my first cocktail...Ferrari Martini. Blueberry infused vodka, splash of triple sec and a squeeze of lemon. Yum. Ok, to tell you the truth I probably had about 3 of those before midnight rolled around. Once all of my coworkers were clocked out we walked over to their default kick it spot: Dive Bar. That's actually it's name. Clever, huh? Apparently my coworkers knew the folks behind the bar there and we had jagger shots galore. Anything I wanted I got it. And so did Krystle. She sure got enough out of my coworker who had been trying to hit on me the past year. Jealous? Of course not.

After having about 3 shots of jagger at Dive, I can honestly tell you that my memory is all in and out from here. Not really the best story I've ever told, but I guess this is just me openly admitting that I have no recollection of what happened. When 1:30 hit, we all walked over to our friends apartment off of Santa Clara and Fifth. I had never seen my coworkers so...unprofessional. There they are hot boxing the bathroom, chugging beers, doing lines, and making out with each other. My view on life and the restaurant industry has officially become tainted. After all the ass kissing they've just done, they gotta have some fun on their own. Choose your poison wisely.

I woke up the next morning on a bed. My back was faced toward whoever was on the bed next to me and directly in front of me was a window. I remember that the breeze that was blowing through was what woke me up. The first thing I did was patted my hands over my boobs, stomach and pants just to make sure that I wasn't naked. People make mistakes when they're completely plastered, and let me tell you I am a brave one when I got the courage juice in me. I turned around and there is my guy coworker...and a woman on the other side. Fully dressed? For the most part. I hope my drunk ass didn't do any major cock blocking. I hop out of bed, woke up Krys who wass spooning on the couch with my other coworker, and we do the walk of shame back to the restaurant to get our cars. A memorable 21st birthday and introduction to legal insobriety. Or, something like that.