Under 21 Ain't No Fun

This is a list of places in Atlanta that are really fun to go to, eat at, see awesome strippers, or just hang at:

*The EARL
*The Clermont Lounge
*The Local
The Astoria
The Pink Pony
Magic City
The Drunken Unicorn
*Lenny's
The Star Bar
Follies
Swinging Richards
The Variety Playhouse

The ones that are starred are the places I've already gotten kicked out of. (The bolded ones are the places I can get into and have been in. They're okay) I'm going for some kind of record to get kicked out of the most 21+ places in Atlanta. It's good to have a goal, right? Honestly, it just bothers the shit out of me every time I get kicked out of places like this. Granted, I could get a fake ID (my LA cuzzes have the hookup), but it's like, first I get refused for not being 18, then I get refused for being 18. I can rent a car, but I can't stand in a bar? I stood outside of The Local and watched those bullshit drunks slurring their words and stumbling around on the patio and thought, "But I'm not even going to drink and I can't even sit inside?"

I dunno, blame it on the fact that I enjoy canoodling with those older than me. I mean, I have more friends in the 21-26 area than I do in the 16-18 arena, and everything's always copasetic until the drinks are brought up. And it doesn't help that every place in Atlanta is 21+ except for the hip places like the Drunken Unicorn, where the "cooler than thou" 18 and 19 year old hipsters go to pretend they're awesome and better than you. But ughhh! I still have three years before I'm looking at any of the perks my older compatriots stare in the face day in and day out.

Why do you have to be 18 to dance/get puked on/get sweaty/have someone grab your ass in the dark/stand for hours while listening to shitty music/do porn, but you have to be 21 to sit and enjoy a decent meal? What are people's thoughts on the great 21/18 debate?

Deuces,
Erika

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Boo, It's Sunday. When I was younger, I used to hate Sundays because it meant I had to go to church. Don't get me wrong, I like church, I just hated having to get up so early when I stayed up so late on Saturday. Then, when I got a little older, I hated Sundays because I had to go to work all day. Now I hate Sundays because they're so boring, but here's some shit to look forward to today:

New episode of Mad Men
Miss Viviane's sex column on Single Scoop

This is what my weekend in the A looked like:

Thursday was Chris's 21st birthday. Since I dipped out around 2:15-ish, I didn't stay with him for the excitement that was him stumbling home so completely faded that he vomited all over his porch and tried to break his roommate's bed. None of which, of course, he remembers. I love that kid.

Friday was a little more relaxed. I picked up a new Zune since my other one was gone when my car was returned and, to my utter amazement, even with no makeup and barely doing my hair, the dude at Best Buy still tried to pick me up. Don't worry, I totes rebuffed him.

Saturday was the shit. First I went shopping at H&M (cluster. fuck.) and Urban and then my bf and I met up with our friend Clint to go eat at the EARL, which I got kicked out of (whoa! surprise!) because you can't even fucking EAT at that place after 9 if you're not 21. I think I'm going for some kind of record for the most 21+ places I can get kicked out of. I'm at 3 already. After that denial, we got some kind of lowbrow Mexican food and then headed back to Clint's house where everyone proceeded to get drunk and fairly stoned before we lit the fireworks I'd picked up from my trip to Tennessee. The first one was fucking badass, and went okay (read:no trees were lit on fire) but the second one was a beast. We noticed the rounds starting to get closer to us until one was literally right over our head. Has anyone ever been IN the fireworks before? All you could hear was me yelling "Holy Fuck!"

(Sidenote: I will be expecting a check from Holy F*ck for that brief free press. Thx. Lovely Allen!)

Resume: So after that we did some sparklers which were awesome and then we sat around in the driveway talking about things...uh, just miscellaneous things, really. I dunno, 2/4 of the group was stoned anyway. It was fun. I think.

I wonder if I'll ever turn 21. If, by some magic, I do, I'll dedicate my whole life to sneaking in under 21 kids into 21+ events, bars, and restaurants. Until I'm 23. And then I just gotta start hanging out with bitches my own age, right?

How was your weekend? College in GA starts in a week. I can't even take it. I'm still laughing at all those kids because I don't have to be in school until the 25th. So suck it Atlanta! V! I'm so stoked to see you out in LA!

Deuces,
Erika