Its my birthday! ....And I have to spend it in court...
Well today is my birthday. A day of celebration and great achievement: I'm officially 21!! Yay!
Now I get to go to bars and drink (not that I never drank at parties with my friends before cause I did) and go to Las Vegas and not get escorted out by security, because that has happened before. I was 16 and I was accompanying my mother to the slot machines. Thanks to my mother's side of the family, I have been gifted with really big boobs (since like middle school) and the shirt I was wearing has a low top. Not a single security guard stopped me, and I was even bold enough to sit down at a machine next to my mother's seat, almost in front of one of the security guards. Of course it wasn't until my father came, and like a true Jewish mother, scolded me on having my shirt too low. I rolled my eyes, walked to the room, and got put on a baggy t-shirt that covered my great assets. As soon as I stepped foot in the slot machines, I was hounded by two security guards right away saying they don't allow minors blah blah blah... Oh yeah but they allow big breasted 16 year olds who flaunted their stuff on a low top shirt eh? Those bastards.
Anyways, how am I going to celebrate my birthday? Well, I can't. I have jury duty. On my birthday. And the rest of the week that follows.... Which pretty much sucks for me because I can't even go wild like most people who turn my age. I mean, aren't I supposed to get so drunk and wasted and go clubbing till I end up curled around a public toilet with my to the side just in case my aim is off? Or on a hotel somewhere in Las Vegas? That kinda reminds of the movie The Hangover. But do I get to experience this exasperating tradition? No sir-eee. Instead, I get to be Juror #5 in a criminal case that has rolled over on to week two. Great. I'm ecstatic. What fun.
Now I get to go to bars and drink (not that I never drank at parties with my friends before cause I did) and go to Las Vegas and not get escorted out by security, because that has happened before. I was 16 and I was accompanying my mother to the slot machines. Thanks to my mother's side of the family, I have been gifted with really big boobs (since like middle school) and the shirt I was wearing has a low top. Not a single security guard stopped me, and I was even bold enough to sit down at a machine next to my mother's seat, almost in front of one of the security guards. Of course it wasn't until my father came, and like a true Jewish mother, scolded me on having my shirt too low. I rolled my eyes, walked to the room, and got put on a baggy t-shirt that covered my great assets. As soon as I stepped foot in the slot machines, I was hounded by two security guards right away saying they don't allow minors blah blah blah... Oh yeah but they allow big breasted 16 year olds who flaunted their stuff on a low top shirt eh? Those bastards.
Anyways, how am I going to celebrate my birthday? Well, I can't. I have jury duty. On my birthday. And the rest of the week that follows.... Which pretty much sucks for me because I can't even go wild like most people who turn my age. I mean, aren't I supposed to get so drunk and wasted and go clubbing till I end up curled around a public toilet with my to the side just in case my aim is off? Or on a hotel somewhere in Las Vegas? That kinda reminds of the movie The Hangover. But do I get to experience this exasperating tradition? No sir-eee. Instead, I get to be Juror #5 in a criminal case that has rolled over on to week two. Great. I'm ecstatic. What fun.
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