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I now know what a Tokyo Iced Tea is –a candid post

And now I’m resting peacefully at home in San Jose hanging out with my parents and my brother.

On Thursday for lunch (& dinner –ate the other half) I had some good Afghani food from the Emeryville Public (don’t forget the L, it can be quite embarrassing as told in a story by one of my old coworkers) Market, and it didn’t quite settle very well in my stomach. I had gone to bed that night at 8pm, and when I woke up at 7am on Friday, my stomach was all sorts of uncomfortable, coupled with a lot of pain needing to be relieved. I’ll spare you the gross details. To keep it brief, I made a good friends with my toilet from 7 till 9, and went to work still feeling kind of bubbly.

My coworker invited me to dinner with her friends in the city, and I was kind of anxious because of my current stomach condition but everything turned out ok. We had dinner at 2223 Restaurant in the Castro, which was a very nice (casual fancy) restaurant, and filled with middle aged gay men. This was actually really interesting to see considering the fact that usually fancy places have heterosexual couples out on dates, making the dining room gender balance pretty even on most occasions. Our server was super nice, and commented and complimented me on the best coast shirt that I was wearing. I ordered a drink and the salmon entree which definitely filled me up nicely, helping me out with my alcohol tolerance as we danced the night away at Q-Bar. Our first choice was to go to The Lookout after dinner, but it was boys night. Our second choice was to go to The Cafe, but it was Boy Bar night! I swear I’m cursed or something because the last few times I’ve gone to the Castro with people, the place we want to go are always having some sort of “boys night!” Cursed I tell ya’, cursed. If you want to go to a lezzie bar, you better not take me with you.

So, getting to the title of this post. My coworker/friend (haha I never know what to put) offered to buy me a drink, so I agreed. She said “You’re gonna get a Tokyo Tea” and since I didn’t know what that was, I naively agreed, then asked her what was in it as the bartender was making the drink. “Oh, just 4 different types of alcohol” —-”WHAT???” —for those of you that know me, I’m pretty lightweight when it comes to my tolerance. I’m usually happy and buzzed after the third drink (if you count a drink as 1 shot). Though I don’t go out very much to drink, I do know that mixing liquor makes you sickerrrrr.

In case you’re wondering what’s in it, here’s the mix:

1 oz vodka
1 oz gin
1 oz rum
1 oz 1800® Tequila
2 oz kiwi liqueur
1 oz sugar syrup
7-Up® soda

Sounds delicious? It is not. It’s also a teal color. It took me awhile to kill the drink, but I did to my own surprise, and wasn’t feeling too bad. It was the kamikaze that really did it. I’ve never been hungover before, though I have thrown up once from flu+drinking the night before, but other than that I usually just get buzzed, go to bed and wake up tired, but ok. I was really nervous that I was going to crash at my friend’s place and let it out all over the place in her room, but I fared well and didn’t even have a headache in the morning or anything of that sort–miraculous, considering I had a total of about 6 drinks, double of what I usually have over the course of an evening out.

So as people always say, “You learn something new everyday” ….

Despite no hang over or any extreme discomfort….

NO MORE TOKYO ICED TEAS. ICK.

ASK WHAT IS IN A DRINK BEFORE YOU AGREE TO GET IT

What a fun night sweating all my worries away in a club where I got action from two men (one who danced up on me, and the other one who kissed me on the cheek)…who were probably both gay.