What a coincidence, with you being in Edmonton . . .
Not on but shortly after my eighteenth birthday, my best friend and I drove up to Edmonton (from Montana) to see the then-pretty-new Humongous Mall and drink legally. I did not know that in addition to being able to drink in bars, the drinks would be (a) bigger (in pints) and (b) stronger (not that weak American crap). That coupled with youthful idiocy meant that I spent my first night in Edmonton getting totally sloshed at some bar downtown. (It was called Sherlock’s or had something to do with Sherlock Holmes or something . . . my memory’s a little fuzzy. Is it still there?) Anyway, I was leaving and didn’t notice that there was a step down, so I stepped out into the air and did the classic “drunk-person’s exit” by pitching face-first into the street. So then I had to walk around the mall all the next day (and the next) with a big scrape across the bridge of my nose. I bought a Beaver Canoe sweatshirt. (Remember when those were cool? You may be too young.) What a great trip.
The night I turned legal in America, I drank enough kamikazi shots to become profoundly sick and had to be taken home and put to bed at 9:30. Edmonton was way more fun.
There was a horrible birthday thread a while back, my tale of woe is in there. My original plan was to buy a pack of cigs (I don’t smoke. I just wanted 'em cause I COULD.) , buy a lottery ticket, and call a psychic friends phone line.
I spent my 21st birthday first seeing Mr. Sunshine off to Japan and then going out and getting wrecked with my girlfriends. One thing that all my friends and I always did on 21st b-days was to elect a “secretary” to record the whole night in a little notebook.
We’d write things like:
7:00pm arrive at bar-B-day girl orders fishbowl margarita.
Get b-day girl’s sober signature.
7:15 first shots arrive! Everyone does round of cement mixers. b-day girl signs book
7:30 b-day girl does butterball shot, b-day girl signs book. b-day girl finishes fishbowl margarita and orders long island. b-day girl does blow job shot and signs book
8:05 b-day girl has to pee. We won’t let her break the seal. b-day girl whines. We make her do a mind eraser and sign book.
8:07 b-day girl whines more so we make her go ask cute boy to sign her b-day book
8:15 b-day girl falls off barstool
8:17 b-day girl is cut off
8:20 arrive at bar next door
and so on and so on. Those books were the best to read the next day. Plus the secretary’s handwriting gets progressively worse and stuff gets spilled on it and you get lots of phone #'s and drunken advice and lots of handwriting that you can’t read. It made for a very fun night. I still have mine. The best part is getting the b-day girl’s signature–by the end of the night, she usually couldn’t even hold the pen. What fun! I highly recommend it.
Cool stuff. Actually I’m not planning on getting drunk (I decided awhile ago that I didn’t want to do that) But I know I want to go out and buy a lotto ticket, go to the casino and maybe have a few drinks.
I had a small party at home with my parents, brother, aunt, uncle, my boyfriend, and two male friends. Then me and the three guys went out to Sharon and ate at a 50s diner that I had had my eye on for a long time. We stopped at the adult bookstore gasp but we did not go inside; it just seemed pointless.
I was tempted to go out and buy cigarettes, some Lotto tickets, and some pornography, then go out and get a driving permit (stupid 6-month waiting period before getting a license, but since I’d already be 18 I will NEVER have to deal with a Junior license! Bwahahaha…no 11pm curfew for me!). Then I’d call a sex hotline, look at naughty pictures online, and order something off an infomercial.
Nah. I’m too moral to do anything like that. Besides, I had to be home by 10-11 since I had an art project due the next morning. Ho hum. Being 18 isn’t that much different except for being able to vote now.
The first time: Age 19 2/3, flying over the Atlantic on my way to Spain. I think I had a few mini-bottles of wine, but didn’t do any serious partying (saved that for the rest of the semester).
The second time: 21st birthday, right at the end of finals when no one was around. Studied Latin 'til noon, then bought a six-pack of Honey Browns and drank them while packing everything in the apartment I was going to vacate the next morning. My friend Betsy and I went out later and had a rather interesting conversation with a guy who had a professor who’d had sex with Kerouac and Ginsberg as a fifteen-year-old boy prostitute (cool, only four degrees of separation…) Went home, passed out.
Well This is fascinating stuff you guys did grins I hope my 18th will be as fun. I think what were gonna do actually is go out for supper then head to a casino… maybe I’ll hit the jackpot (or at least come out a few dollars richer then when I went in)
Yes the Sherlock Holmes is there (as was said) I haven’t been there though. Any recomendations for a good restauraunt? (I was asked where I would like to have supper but I have no clue at all where to go)
There are a lot of good restaurants in Edmonton. Some of them I’ve been to, some of them I’ve just heard about (With four kids, I stay at home a lot).
The King and I is supposed to be really good.
I like Yianni’s on Whyte.
Shoot, if my sister was home, I could give you a whole list. If you don’t mind me ICQ’ing you, or e-mailing you, I could give you a good list later. I probably don’t need to hijack this topic any further.
