Jeff’s 21st B-day Smashtasticpart
Tuesday is party day.
Finally kicked the cold. I think.
More importantly, my colleague Jeff Levy is turning 21 today. We will have some fun with him.
CALL ON ME: We rounded up everyone for dinner, which turned into going to happy hour for a while. A few beer later, Jeff is up and dancing around to his theme song, “Call On Me” by Eric Prydz, which we know and love for solid dance beat and its raunchy music video. We had to request it a number of times before they played it in the middle of their ongoing set of moderate rock music, but eventually the bartended succumbed to our pressure and played it. He probably just wanted us to go away. Jeff proceeded to stand up and shout “My name is Jeff Levy and I LOVE THIS SONG!”
That was the point we all do the little hand-over-the-side-of-the-face-I-don’t-know-this-idiot move.
We eventually decided to relocate to a sushi joint before we continued our debauchery.
SUSHI: Our chosen target was a quaint place called “Catch”, a sushi-conveyer place. The premise is simple: make a lot of sushi, put it on a conveyer belt. When you see something you like, grab it, eat it, and pay for it. Brilliant. I ran up a $15 tab like usual (it’s so hard to stop eating sushi) and proceeded to try to get Amanda to eat some Sushi. After a series of funny faces and much protesting, I get her to choke down a chicken roll, and I even manage to get her to try a piece of raw tuna (without tell her it was raw of course), but I gave up after that.
Meanwhile, Jeff discovers he doesn’t like the taste of Sake.
Next stop: Big Kumara, where you can have a jug (small pitcher) of beer with some high quality wings for NZ$9.50. What a deal! We polish off a few of those, drink some more beer, and Jeff has his first stomach purging of the night. I think he drank a little too much beer too quickly.
Anyway, Jeff rallies and we move along to our final desination, Bodega, a bar famous (in my mind) for its lousy champagne and crappy DJ. At least it’s cheap, and that’s what we’re going for.
Nothing of too much note happens after that, except Jeff is running around hugging everything with boobs at this point, and we have to keep an eye on him. Regardless, he’s having a great time and that’s what we set up to do. A good 20-30 people from the program show up to help take care of the $3 champagne, and we all have a grand time.
Eventually, Jeff decides he’s had enough, and we hop in a cab and call it a night.
Another birthday with perfect execution. Man, we’re good.
--P
Finally kicked the cold. I think.
More importantly, my colleague Jeff Levy is turning 21 today. We will have some fun with him.
CALL ON ME: We rounded up everyone for dinner, which turned into going to happy hour for a while. A few beer later, Jeff is up and dancing around to his theme song, “Call On Me” by Eric Prydz, which we know and love for solid dance beat and its raunchy music video. We had to request it a number of times before they played it in the middle of their ongoing set of moderate rock music, but eventually the bartended succumbed to our pressure and played it. He probably just wanted us to go away. Jeff proceeded to stand up and shout “My name is Jeff Levy and I LOVE THIS SONG!”
That was the point we all do the little hand-over-the-side-of-the-face-I-don’t-know-this-idiot move.
We eventually decided to relocate to a sushi joint before we continued our debauchery.
SUSHI: Our chosen target was a quaint place called “Catch”, a sushi-conveyer place. The premise is simple: make a lot of sushi, put it on a conveyer belt. When you see something you like, grab it, eat it, and pay for it. Brilliant. I ran up a $15 tab like usual (it’s so hard to stop eating sushi) and proceeded to try to get Amanda to eat some Sushi. After a series of funny faces and much protesting, I get her to choke down a chicken roll, and I even manage to get her to try a piece of raw tuna (without tell her it was raw of course), but I gave up after that.
Meanwhile, Jeff discovers he doesn’t like the taste of Sake.
Next stop: Big Kumara, where you can have a jug (small pitcher) of beer with some high quality wings for NZ$9.50. What a deal! We polish off a few of those, drink some more beer, and Jeff has his first stomach purging of the night. I think he drank a little too much beer too quickly.
Anyway, Jeff rallies and we move along to our final desination, Bodega, a bar famous (in my mind) for its lousy champagne and crappy DJ. At least it’s cheap, and that’s what we’re going for.
Nothing of too much note happens after that, except Jeff is running around hugging everything with boobs at this point, and we have to keep an eye on him. Regardless, he’s having a great time and that’s what we set up to do. A good 20-30 people from the program show up to help take care of the $3 champagne, and we all have a grand time.
Eventually, Jeff decides he’s had enough, and we hop in a cab and call it a night.
Another birthday with perfect execution. Man, we’re good.
--P
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