Birthday party.

I recieved confirmation of the "birthday boy" proximity effect, namely, the closer you sit to someone with a birthday, the drunker you get. Since I was the birthday boy this weekend, I seriously got toasted.

Kurt, Marc, Karen and I went to the upscale Chinese place in my neighborhood. You'd think previous experiences with Chinese wines would have told me to stick to Soju, but I refused to listen to reason at times. We had goryangchu, which I think should be officially renamed "Chinese Alcohol...of Death!". It was extremely strong (50% alcohol) and burned like tequila, whiskey, and every other liquor combined. I felt it hit my stomach after the first shot, and by the second bottle, we were feeling pretty good.

We met up with everyone else, got thrown out of our local bar, went to another bar, and got hammered there as well with a huge pitcher. I scored some nice pants and some gift certificates as well. I woke up this morning and didn't remember walking home, confirming that the birthday boy gets hit the hardest with alcohol on his birthday.