The Whole Chicken
Tales of Turning 21
Today I turned 21. I can now do everything but rent a car and not pay ridiculous amounts for car insurance. But yeah, as far as birthdays go, it was a good one. Nothing really happened until around 5ish, when we all went out to eat at Otter's, and then somehow Tara put Blue Bell ice cream in my freezer w/o me knowing and everyone got to eat the best ice cream in the world.
Later, Mitch, Zach, Viking, Kevin, and I went to the Flying Saucer for my first legally purchased beer. The bouncer wished me a happy birthday. I bought, well I should say Mitch bought, a Grolsch, which is the beer my dad used to drink before I got conscious of what beer was and my mom made him stop for fear of my being turned in to a elementary school drunk. Not a bad choice, dad. It's from Holland and comes in sweet green bottles with a little flip top stopper. Anyways, the best part was this drunk old guy who sat across from us who would toast us randomly and tell dirty jokes. He also told me he uses Grolsch bottles to make wine with pot in it. He was hillarious.
One joke: What's the difference between erotic and kinky? If you're erotic you use a feather, but if you're kinky you use the whole chicken.
Then he said something in Polish and walked away. Amazing.