The teetotaler birthday girl

Saturday was my birthday celebration which isn’t worth much of a mention unless you can picture a celebration fit for a 21st birthday (which I’m obviously not). I had a group tapas dinner at Mocondo which I highly recommend especially for a group celebration. Then we went to The Back Room to meet up with a few more friends. It’s a Prohibition/speakeasy style bar and they serve drinks in tea cups or beers in paper bags neither of which makes them any less potent.

I remember thinking, I shared 1 ½ crafts of sangria with one of my friends and was on my second tea cup of vodka & soda and still wasn’t drunk. Shortly after that misguided realization I started talking nonstop, truth serum be dammed just give me some alcohol. After spilling deep dark secrets to anyone willing to listen and our group thinned out, several of us headed to another bar called 151 which is much more casual yet still really fun. We had an excellent time, we drank, took lots of pictures, danced, sang, passed around my new cool, peacock barrette for everyone to try on. At some point I excused myself to go to the bathroom and the next thing I know I’m kissing a totally random boy named Horton. Horton it seems is a family name, he repeats how cute he thinks I am, which of course convinces me to immediately give him my phone number. Did I give him my correct number? It seems doubtful by that time.

I return to the table and spill all my news of Horton who despite his tattoos, dark rimmed glasses and goatee turns out to be another “The III” (third). Of course everyone gets a big kick out of this because even in a lower east side hipster bar I can still somehow find the same kind of guy I always seem to date. At my urging (before Horton came looking for me) we moved on to yet another bar The Magician. At that point much of the night was a blur. I got the hic ups, drunk twittered and had a lesbian bouncer (doorman?) hit on me. Overall, although I didn’t get to blow out any candles, I’d say it was a pretty successful celebration.