It was my 21st birthday yesterday, and it was fun as hell. I went to a karaoke bar with Steve — neither of us sang, but it was a blast watching all of the singers. I tried to drink, but it hurt really fucking badly. Damn esophagus. I ended up drinking water while Steve drank double time for me.

You know how I know Steve is the best friend I could possibly have? Conrad challenged me to drink an Irish Carbomb, and I didn’t want to break into the long, awkward story about how I can’t drink because I’m sick and blah blah blah — Steve grabbed the drink from the table and downed it in seconds flat. I could not stop laughing. Steve drank the most disgusting looking shot of Bailey’s Irish Cream (it was curdling, for god’s sake)  dropped into a pint of Guiness for me to spare me some mild embarrassment. That’s friendship.

He probably just really wanted to get hammered, too.