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HAPPY BIRTHDAY Celery!!: Our good friend Celery (a.k.a. Anuja don't be a G-hater) finally turned 21.
MIDNIGHT: ~She actually looked like a girl~
Her gal pals cornered her, dressed her up like a classy hooch that'd screw anything with a penis and a pulse, and paraded her to Player's Nite Club. There, Celery got both her bifday-drunk-groove on and her sick-dance-groove on to the delight of the spectators. She finished the night by taking Money-Shot Mandy home, who was later quoted saying "She gave me an infection!!" and complained that Celery was like a typical guy, not even remembering her existence the next day, leaving Money-Shot Mandy to do the dreaded walk of shame. Go Celery!! How proud are we!
DINNER: ~Man I look like a bad ass mofo in the black light!!~.
I met up with Celery during the birthday night where she gathered her friends to have a birthday dinner of Indian cuisine (and some pokey sticks for her grossed out roomie) at a friend's place located at ??? --well let's just say Celery kept changing the room number of the place but I made it there eventually.
It kind of felt like it was Vivian's birthday party because we were told we were not allowed to eat until she arrived. In retrospect we probably didn't need 5 cakes. We only finished the one, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to present the half Steelers / half Eagles cake that was leftover from food Friday [PS: STEELERS DESTOYED THE EAGLES WHO WERE UNDEFEATED THIS WEEKEND].
Recap: It was a fun atmosphere of cake smearing, me looking like a bad ass in the black light bouncing to tunes, and a lone group shot of some liquid poison. I gave Celery 21 random things from my room. My favorite gift was someone who gave Celery the green jacket which she wore savagely, unlike the sick victory secret bikini I got her previously that she lacked the confidence to wear. Sorry RuchaCat, you are not 21 yet, so we ditched the yougins and went a drinkin'....
DRINKING: ~it hurts when you can't get into bars and you ARE 21~
We christened the night with a trip to Sports Café so Celery could get her hands blackened with the X that marks a birthday celebration. We ended the night with large margaritas from Mad Max. Then we headed home early because Celery's friends are WEAK, whining about the havoc last night's partying placed on their tiny puny souls. Of course the Evil One was there, but being the great person I am, I put up with her for my dear sweet Celery.
The highlight of amusement came when the owner of the Big Easy, Tony, preemptively rejected Celery because he didn't want to deal with the 21 year old birthday binge drinking liability. The best part was we were just walking by and weren't even trying to get in. Also a moment before Celery was rejected by The Gaf for the same reason. Luckily our read destination, Mad Max, had no cover let us in the end the birthday bonanza with some margaritas.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Celery!!!!
FLASHBACK FOGGED
So this weekend's flashback should probably go back to my 21st birthday but nobody knows what happened that day. It's only day in my life I have no recollection of, wonder what happened...?
FREE FOOD
Since the flashback to my 21st was fogged, I'll blog about an amazing random act of kindness. It was my turn to bring in food so Nicole and I went to Giant in search of a treat. I saw an Eagles cake and a Steelers cake. I thought it'd be fitting to get that along with a few personal things. In line I tried to pull out my credit card but had previously taken off the security sticker so it stuck to my other cards leading me to complain, "I hate when this happens."
A middle-aged gentleman took it upon himself to joke, "That just means you're tight with your money, then there's people like me. I just spend $230 last weekend for my undergrads. What you have there I wouldn't even notice on my credit card." I smiled at the joke and then he continued, "In fact, why don't you let me pay for that?"
I explained that I couldn't take his money and that I was bringing the food to my office but he wouldn't accept that. When my turn arrived, he reached over to the checker and handed him his credit card and said, "Don't let this man pay for you."
Neat huh?
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