3 posts tagged “beer”

I wonder if a Corona popsicle would be as delicious as I'm imagining it would.

ps. J&T - I gave Maya extra water and left a fan on for her. 

It's one of my fabulous neighbor's 21st birthday and it reminded me of my 21st birthday celebration (term used loosely).

When I turned 21, I went to the local 7-11.  To buy booze.  Classssss$ss$$y booze.  You know, Mike's Hard Lemonade ... the red one. 

This was a big deal.  I didn't drink back then.  Like, never.  Ever.  My co-worker's offered me booze at the holiday Christmas party and I turned it down.  My boss even tried to get me to drink some.  To no avail.  I was straight edge.  Not a glass of wine.  Not a can of beer.  Not a sip of anything.  It wasn't a big deal, it just wasn't something I did.

Until I turned 21.

I get to 7-11, pick out the Hard Lemonade, go to the counter, get ID'd, piddle my pants while giddily fiddlying for my ID, and hand my proof of being 21 to the guy behind the counter.  I excitedly tell him, "It's my birthday.  I'm 21 today." 

He looks at my ID, looks at the 'you must be born on this date to buy booze/smokes' calendar, looks at me,

looks at the ID,

looks at me. 

Then hands me back my ID.  And apologizes. 

Well, whatever for?  There's nothing to be sorry for on this momentous occasion.  This coming of age.  This once in a lifetime, first booze-buying experience.  There is only happiness to be had on this very day.  The only apologies to be had are to my employer for being late the next morning due to the hangover I'm bound to have from this single Mike's Hard Lemonade, and to McDonald's for buying up their stock in "egg"-n-"sausage" McMuffins I'm bound to buy the next morning to combat my massive impending hangover I'm bound to have from this.one.single.Mike's.Hard.Lemonade.  Oh, and the apologies that I'm gonna have to make for all the drunk dialing I'm bound to due from drinking this one...single...Mike's...Hard...Lemonade. 

7-11 clerk: I'm sorry.  I can't sell you this to you.

Goldie: Um.  Why not?

7-11 clerk: (there are no words from him at this point.  just pitiful hand gestures and body movements) *shrugs* then *points to date on ID and date on calendar*

Goldie: Oh.  But, see, it's my birthday today.  I'm 21.  To.Day.  See?

7-11 clerk: *shakes head no*

Goldie: I don't get it.  I'm 21 today. 

7-11 clerk: *stands back a bit in a stance that can only be deemed The Final Decision And Don't Give Me Any Trouble stance*

Goldie: Um.  Ok.

I left.  I'm sure he thought I was some narc or something.  Like  I was waiting for him to hand me the booze and then I slap cuffs on him.  Maybe I was just a little TOO excited about being 21.  He didn't want to risk it.  To his credit: I did seem a bit anxious.  Maybe he wasn't sure if it was ON THE DATE of the person's birthday or AFTER their birthday that they were, in fact, 21.  To my credit: midnight constitutes one's birthday.  But after that occurrence, I was genuinely confused.  Like, "Am I really 21?  Have I, and others, gone through life thinking you turn a year older at midnight on the day of your birthday or are you only 21 at 12:01 the next day?!"  

I felt so dejected.  And moted.  And sober. 

I made the crab last night.  It was better than the other two times I made it because I used less olive oil.  It made the crab come out of the shell a little easier and also made it a little more sinew-y (wrong word?).  YUM! 

The last times I'd made it (the first time was with Michael, the second time was with my bro/teanut - third times a charm!) it was too oily, like I said.  It kind of made me feel groggy.  Key: reduce olive-oil.

I got the asparagus pre-grilled from Whole Foods at my mom's suggestion.  Very good.  All you have to do is heat.  EASY!

The lemon-grass rice, while a great suggestion, was not the taste I was expecting.  The recipe called for tumeric and that overpowerd the taste of the rice.  It was really good though. 

Booze was Pyramid apricot weizen.  Delish!

Next weekends cooking conquest: tri tip.