Yesterday was my birthday! This means that I am now typing this with fingers that are twenty one years old. More importantly, this also means that I can finally drink legally in good ol’ USA. Kind of anticlimactic really, given that I have been drinking legally since I set foot on this mushy island called England.
No matter, it was a wonderful day. This first thing I did was take my good friend Kacy to the hospital to see if there was an African parasite sucking off her lofe force. See, she just arrived in London from Dakar, Senegal, and she was getting these really bad cramps and funky bowel feelings.
After seeing the nurse, she informs me that she will be waiting three hours before she sees a doctor, at which point I politely slip off. I make my way to the library and attempt to begin an essay I need to do for my politics module. Instead, I end up picking up some tickets to a boat party on the Thames, and downing a pint with my favorite Mongolian-American, Billy.
In the evening I eat a really nice Mexican meal with some friends and then head out to the 333 club in Old Street. While there, I meet the editor of Adrenaline Magazine who happens to be born on the same day on me. He also happens to have been in California the day before where he interviewed numerous famous people, most notable Suge Knight, CEO of Deathrow (now Tha Row) Records.
That’s right, there is now only one degree of separation between my white self and the man behind the funkiest g-funk this side of… anywhere!
I also managed to get myself an interview for a position behind the bar, which went really well. And, sure enough, today it is revealed that I got the job. So I am now a bar back at 333, one of the trendiest hipster clubs in London! Small town Meadow Vista, look at me now!
(Side note: I worked at a sushi restaurant in Soho called Itsu fo a week, before being dropped the day before my birthday. I was bumming, but it looks now to have been a blessing in disguise.)
Life is rad, and I am young. It was a great birthday and I managed to get a job and get drunk at the same time. Now that’s style. I’m superbad.
