Sunday, March 26, 2006

Just a little late...

So I thought I was obliged to announce that Tricia is my new favorite sister. Yeah, so I'm a little late with the news, but I've been busy.

A few days before St. Patrick's Day, I thought to myself, "Self, if you're going to go out drinking on St. Pat's, who's the most likely person to be having a good time that day as well. I bet that's your sister."

So after a bit of delay, I called her up and she told us (Liz and I) to meet her at a pub on Main Street in Seal Beach. She was starting her evening at 4:00, but Liz's coworker kept her working late, so around 6ish, we drove down Main Street, where there seemed to be a plethora of pubs... each with a line about a block long.

Not having been dressed nor fed for an hourlong wait in an impending drizzle, Liz and I decided to screw the drinks and go to CPK instead. We could still order drinks with our dinner, even if the surroundings where CA cuisine, and not Irish Pub.

About halfway through dinner (and a martini), I get a call from Tricia. She's at Hennessy's and can't hear a word I'm saying. I'm instructed to text message her and she hangs up.

I've never used my phone for text messages before. I haven't seen the point of them up to this time... exept for my students to send secret messages across the school with. So I figured out how to text and very quickly realized why people use such hideous abbreviations on those contraptions. l8r, ur, u, etc.

A series of text messages and a martini and pizza later, (it's amazing how much one martini can put you in the mood for adventure without impairing your driving ability) we headed off to Main Street again in search of parking. The luck of the Irish followed us, and we found a spot just a block over.

Tricia had told us to find Dino at the front of the line. Only a bouncer could have the name Dino. Tricia had apparently given her name and phone number to a guy she hadn't been physically attracted to, and got us to the front of the line. At 4, she'd waitied 40 minutes, so you can imagine the line at 7:00, and the amount of people asking us how we got the VIP tickets.

Once inside, I discovered that my sister knew everyone in the bar, even though she'd only met them that night. I'll skip the party-age, and move on to the events that seemed the most memorable. First of all, there was the drunk guy that was kissing every one on the lips. KISS number 1.

Then there was the guy who bought my sister a gin and tonic, while she was still drinking her Harp. I'd just finished my vodka and orange and was debating a trip up to the crowded bar, when she tipped some of it into my glass. "If you can, be sneaky and drink that. Nonchalantly like." She glanced back at the guy and rolled her eyes.

So a few minutes later, I nonchalantly put my empty glass down and picked up hers. Moments later, she looked down. "Whoah? Where'd it all go?" I gave her a cheers sign. "Man that was sneaky. I didn't even notice."

That's me. SneakyMouse.

Then there was the guy in the plastic MDA bowler hat. I called him over and gave him a dollar. My sister pulled him aside for a minute and a few minutes later he gave me back my dollar and a kiss on the cheek. KISS number 2. Tricia had guilted him in to giving it back. He'd apparently only stolen the hat because it was green. Sigh. Like I was really interested in giving to charity. I'd given him the dollar because he was cute. Man. Does no one think me capable of such thoughts?

Then there was the older guy who was seriously hitting on my sister. Jeez. What the heck did he think he was doing, quizing me about her? When she said we were sisters, he was too drunk to disguise his look of suprise. He looked confused, actually.

The night ended on a rather unpleasant note when Liz, usually so good about these things, couldn't hold her liquer. Then Tricia couldn't hold her liquer. Then it was time to go home. 10pm. So we're old.

Then, according to Liz, it was time to bake pumpkin swirl cheesecake with a gingersnap pecan crust. Don't ask. But I didn't go to bed until 1am when it came out of the oven. It was good.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I agree with most of it until the end! Liz threw up on me and I got that... "ewwww... I can smell the throw up!" So I got a hand full of foam in my hand, shook it off, and went back to my drinking!