1999-06-12

birthday

My 21st birthday. Unlike most in this country, I didn’t spend the day drinking – I can’t stand alcohol. The taste makes me nauseated, and the chemical makes me go into a state resembling anaphylactic shock.

Instead, my friends Diana and Amy took me to T.G.I. Fridays, where, against my wishes, the staff sang to me and insisted that I stand on a chair with a ketchup bottle for a photograph.