BIRTHDAY: 12 O'CLOCK AM

So, I am going to try to keep this short, as I am actually drunk while writing this, (thank you spell check...) but this is how the fist three hours and thirty eight minutes of officially being 21 have gone:

Washington Apple shot.

Moonrise Hotel.

Free Chocolate Martini from the bartender, FUCK YEAH. Here is a picture of me and my special glass. Don't mind the weird camera haze, it is humid as fuck here.

Free shot from random girl at bar, (another Washington Apple, but green this time). Big grin. Here is a pic:

Blue Moon beer, YUM.

Walk back to car at around 3 AM.

Get sung Happy Birthday in Portugese by a guy with a tambourine. When he pulls it out of his backpack, (the tambourine, not the Portuguese), he says, "It's not a gun."

Life=Awesome.

Hashtag:21.

More pictures and posts to come. Especially since I have more things to do in about 15 hours.

And my cat just licked me.

Seeing Spiderman

I don't mean the movie, or cartoons. I mean I actually saw Spiderman. Last night, after work.

It went something like this: I clocked out, fetched my stuff, and then went up the escalator. After avoiding the revolving doors, (hello, those are scary...) I went out under the valet parking overhang and towards the train station to get home. And then I just happened to look across the way and I saw him.

In a beautiful, man sized Spiderman costume.

I had to do a double take. Spiderman? Spiderman?

It was really him! A huge part of me wanted to yell out, "SPIDERMAN!!!" And then promptly run over and take a picture with him to immortalize on Facebook and here. But I didn't know when the last train was going to come exactly. So I headed on my way, missing out on a wonderful opportunity.

I regret not yelling out. My train didn't come for another twenty-five minutes.

I now have a new life mission: Get a picture with Spiderman!