I have never felt older in my life as I did last night. Ximena, Pedro’s anesthesiologist’s daughter, invited me to go out and around with her friends. I took her up on the offer because I had nothing else to do and it has been a while (well like a week) since I’ve been out at night. She took me for a beer. We went to this nice place that serves strawberry flavored beer. It was really good! I was kind of afraid to try it because I was thinking it was going to be super sweet and such, but it wasn’t! It was delicious.
After that, she and I went to meet her friends. It was definitely snowing and we all know how much I hate snow, but it was fine because her friends were very nice…they all guessed I was 17. Awesome. We went to a really nice pub and played some cards…I tried to learn, but gave up pretty easily. Now this is where it gets good…the pub owner…I’m pretty sure he was anyways…was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous and probably my age, but I was there with 16 year-olds. Ha. So I still tried. I got up…you know gave him a little smile walked to the restroom…freshened up. Walked out, shook it a little more than usual while I walked…but I got NOTHING. Why? Because I was 17 last night. That’s why. So, I was slightly disappointed. And then, to make matters worse, Mr. Beautiful Bartender Man approaches our table, I cringe, but am slightly hopeful. He tells us to put the tables how they were (we moved them together) and he gave us a mean eye. I was shocked! There was hardly anyone in the pub, firstoff so screw off buddy and second, hellooooo I’m not 17 I’M 21!!!! It was odd. I hated it. But at that point, I figured the rest of the night would be the same, so I acted 17 for the night…whatever that means. I just looked a lot cooler because I could drink liquor. Ha.
As it turns out, it ended up being an okay night. I ate a hotdog, believe that…that’s the second one in over 10 years. I can’t believe I did it. And…AND it had an egg on it. And ham. And cheese. It was SO weird. But I just ate it. It wasn’t too bad…but as most of you know…I have a thing with hotdogs. They are strange to me.
After we ate we went to a club…Good God I felt old. So I ordered a strong drink and forgot about it. No worries here. This chick is 17 all over again! At around 2 (which is way late for a 16-year old if you ask me…when I was 16, I had to be home at like 11) we went home. How you may ask? Well her mother picked us up. I’m shaking my head as I write this…and I cannot believe I have just revealed this to the world. Consider yourselves lucky. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Goodnight.
Maribel