Day 122: Date a 21-year-old
January 3, 2011 § 2 Comments
Being younger than everyone else, while being an awesome accomplishment, has also been an irritating obstacle. Many graduate school functions take place in bars and taverns because the school assumes (usually rightfully so) that all their students are older than 21.
We began the celebration by riding the L to a happy hour at Cafe Ba Ba Reeba, a Spanish restaurant off of Halsted Street. To be honest, I think Steph was more excited about happy hour prices than she was about drinking. We sat at the bar, where tapas were between 1 and 3 dollars, and ordered a half pitcher of black raspberry sangria.
When I told the bartender that we were celebrating a 21st birthday, she nearly keeled over. I think she suddenly felt really old, because she took Steph’s ID and flashed it around to everyone else at the bar, announcing that there was someone there born in 1990. She muttered about needing to change the “Born on or before this date in 1989” signs, and poured an extra shot into our sangria on the house.
That extra shot hit light-weight Steph pretty hard, because she was acting all giggly by the time we walked down the street to the Twisted Lizard Mexican restaurant. Steph had been told by a friend that this place had 3 dollar margaritas on Sundays, but it seemed that their policy had recently changed. I insisted we order margaritas anyway. Steph took three sips of her mango margarita before having to stop. She had: two glasses of sangria and three sips of margarita. And she was starting to feel sick. I finished hers before devouring our fajitas.
Keeping in mind that we had class tomorrow, we went to Starbucks after dinner to clear our (her) minds before heading home.
Happy birthday, sweetheart!