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So my blog is entitled 'Life and its adventures' and yet thus far my blog has been pretty void of a whole lot of adventures. There's a little thing here or there, but nothing too exciting. Well sorry to disappoint because this post is about another thus small thing that's neither really here nor there. So one of my best friends Sam decided that it was about time for him to finally turn 21 and join the rest of the drinkers of the world, the legal drinkers of the world that is. His birthday is today (Feb 9), so happy birthday Sam, but anywhoo this is about yesterday and only a part of this morning, which is still considered last night by most.

I show up at MU to greet Sam and to begin preparing him for his first US legal bar debut. Sam is over at Dave and Bellus's so I go over there, and we hang out for a couple hours until we go to dinner with Momo, and The Bill. Dinner at the Chancery was quite delicious. I got just a simple 1/3lb cheese burger both cheddar and jack, some waffle fries it was glorious. Sam being Sam ordered mac'n'cheese, but hey with a twist, chicken as well in it. Those Chancery worker types decided they would sing some cracked out version of happy birthday in honor of Sam and his birthday. If that wasn't enough of a birthday treat alone they thought it would be prudent to supply the man with his very own cream puff (pouf? kream?). I don't think he really wanted it all that much, but he made sure to eat it down in a matter of about a minute anyway.

With dinner finished, we headed back to MU to really prepare for the night. Bellus decided that he would be lame and bail on us, go home and fall asleep knowing that he didn't help his friend celebrate in the proper fashion. It's alright though since Bellus is yet to be 21 himself I can't blame him for not wanting to stay out only for us to bail on him when we went to the bar. It was about 8:00PM which meant we had 4 hours or so to prepare. Now we started out pretty strong, playing a good game of three cup, we modified the rules a little to allow for three people, and the game was on. Sam being a smart ass thought he would be safe shooting after me, meaning if I made shots he would drink, and not Dave. This did not turn out well for him, I was on my game and shortly he declared himself the bitch. The problem was the game then turned into a one on one of me vs Dave. Sam had made I think 1 cup all night, he was playing horribly so Dave was quite sober and throwing fairly well still, and I was starting to get a good buzz and poor aim. A few 1/2 cup shots made by Dave put me out to nurse my drink for a few minutes to catch back up, thus declaring myself a bitch once I realized Sam was coming back in. Dave did end up winning the game with a full cup made about 10 seconds after Sam opened a full beer, and with myself a bit behind yet on finishing my own drink.

At this point we were all just full of beer, I didn't much want to move at all, my stomach was stretched and I needed to burp, but couldn't make it happen. A horrible horrible feeling. We decided that we would have a throwback to our childhood movie experience while we drank a few more beers before going out, one of those things like watching Heavyweights. This time however we opted for Hook, if there is anyone who thinks this not a great and glorious idea, then you can just go back into your hole and stay in there. Robin Williams is hilarious, and also a damn good actor, now throw in peter pan; you know, flying pixies, lost boys, pirates and you've got yourself a damn good movie. About 1/2 through Joey Jonas sends me a text and comes on down for a short while. Another of those under 21 types so he could only hang out for an hour or so by the time he got down.

I proposed a birthday shot which Sam was trying to refuse for some reason, I don't really understand him not wanting to do a free shot in his apartment before we hit the bar, but Dave helped me to convince him that it was needed. Shots down, and Dave's stomach was up. So while we waited for Dave to finish puking Sam and I threw some balls for three cup. I made the trustee 1/2 cup and decided that since we were just waiting a minute for Dave, opening a full beer wouldn't really be prudent. At that point I decided that I would just pour Sam 1/2 of a shot, and put in a splash of water, so it was the correct volume. Used the whiskey and Dave walked out of the bathroom ready to go. Sam had yet to do his shot. Again we had to convince Sam that it was his duty to drink whatever we gave him, it is after all his 21st birthday and well damn it that's what we get to do to you. It's a few minutes past 12:00AM at this point, so it is officially Sam's birthday, the argument that did finally get him to drink his whiskey water shot as we were walking out the door.

Joey bids us farewell as we leave Sam's apartment building and start walking towards Caffrey's. We make it to the bar, Dave decides that we should do Irish car bombs. Hurray! Car bombs are probably one of the most disgusting drinks that is very popular and I just don't get it. I love Baily's, but not a big Guinness fan. Yeah, yeah I know, "but Kent you're Irish how can you not like Guinness?" Well the plain and simple fact is, Guinness tastes like charcoal. I like Smithwicks a lot, there's a good Irish ale I do enjoy. So bombs away and we're at the bar. Sam has just had his first legal drink at a bar, courtesy of Dave Da-Noog Neugent. Which he will tell you, courtesy of the US-Army, thank you Obama, leader of our Army for Sam's first drink, I know you approve. The bar was fairly empty, and after all it was a Monday night, but low and behold someone found Laurel and she decided to celebrate Sam's birthday with us. Laurel was good friends with our bartender, which was pretty cool because the bartender was damn sexy and Laurel kept her around for a good long while. We got a game of bar dice going, and a couple of other gents down the bar joined in. Neither Sam, nor myself lost a game of dice all night which was great. Dave however did not have such good fortune. I continued to buy Sam shots of The Knot and make sure that he was well supplied with a drink in hand. We managed to play quite a few rounds of dice. I managed to keep myself satisfied with just one beer at the bar for nearly two hours, then again I probably drank more in shots than in beer, and that's straight volume.

We walked Laurel home from the bar, since a 5'5" 100lb girl who is damn drunk walking 4 blocks home at 2 in the morning isn't good. So we drop her off, and head back toward Sam's. Dave's place is on the way so we bid farewell to him and continued our journey to the apartment. We got back and at this point on a scale from 1 being sober and 10 being passed pissing yourself drunk, Sam is at about a 7. A pretty impressive feat since Sam can hold his liquor, but we did give him a whole hell of a lot to hang on to. Somehow he managed to get his keys into the locks and gain us entry to his place, when I say somehow I mean somehow. Luckily this is a very practiced maneuver because otherwise I don't know that we would've gotten in with the way he was functioning.

I was doing pretty well and on that same scale I was approaching a 5. I decided it would be a good time to play a little bit more three cup, although Sam was thinking about going to sleep, I convinced him otherwise. A little bit of three cup really got us ready for bed, and by us I mean Sam. He could hardly hit the table much less get the ball in a cup. I made us some ramen noodles and we devoured those and went to bed. It was about 3:30AM and life was good. I had a few alarms set to wake me up for work and was glad for the great night, and happy for my friend on his birthday.

This is where things got really strange and took not just a turn for the worse, but dove straight into the lion's den. We slept for some unknown time, well I slept for some unknown time, Sam didn't wake up I don't think. Yet somehow he was standing over me and I can only assume very confused even in his sleep. Confused? How could someone be confused in their sleep you might ask. Well here's how I know. He thought that myself and the futon had somehow been magicked into a toilet. I know he thought that because he was treating us thus, and urinating on me. I woke up to this quite promptly, quite upset, granted I moved out of the way very quickly, and realized that my computer wasn't too far out of the danger zone. Incorrect realization, my computer was in the danger zone. I removed the battery as quickly as I could in the pitch black of Sam's apartment. I curled myself up drunk, cold and tired on the safe end of the futon for a short while until I realized there was no way in hell I would get any more sleep, especially with piss on my side. Thankfully t was about 85 degrees in the apartment when we went to bed so I was sleeping in just my underwear, and the rest of my clothes were safe from being soiled. A very good thing because I got up, took a shower, and just put the rest of my clothes on. Still able to make it in to work, quite presentable. Sam didn't know what had happened when I was getting ready to leave shortly after 7:00AM and was a little confused when I was snippy toward him. I'm not all that upset though because we did get him that drunk, and well shit happens, or in this case piss. Despite that it was still a great night, and I'm looking forward to another while it's still his birthday.