Shawn Wilsher

Last night I went out with some friends back home to a bar (*gasp* I bet you never thought that’d happen!). I had told one of my friends that I would try alcohol at least once some time when we went out, and I finally made good on that promise. She ordered me a margarita because I “probably wouldn’t be able to taste the alcohol.” She lied; I did in fact taste it, and it tasted like crap. That’s all I ended up drinking, which I took some flak for. I have to say that I’m not too fond of the slightly “buzzed” feeling that came from that one drink. Needless to say, I don’t plan on doing this again anytime soon.

I woke up this morning feeling not so well. It seems that everyone neglected to tell me to drink some water and eat something before going to bed. While I knew this was good practice, I didn’t think it was going to be necessary for one drink. Oh how I regret that decision…

I found one event rather interesting last night though. Our waitress checked all of our IDs when we ordered and brought us our drinks. Then another waitress came over and needed to see our IDs again. Apparently the manager thought we looked “really young” and apparently didn’t trust the first waitress’s assessment of our IDs. Our original waitress came back during that time and said “I already checked them.” She didn’t look very happy, and later apologized (that’s how we found out that the manager thought we looked “really young”). I found this to be quite amusing (no, it wasn’t the alcohol at that point because I had barely had any).