Port and beer don't mix well..My epic 21st birthday on an airport floor
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It was only hours away from my 21st birthday and I was stuck in Rome Ciapino for the night...with no open bar! I passed an hour or so by reading more of Eat Pray Love (amazing book-ironically I was on the part where she lives in Rome) until I was kicked out of the dining area. Sad about the idea of spending this life-changing birthday alone and sober (in the States the drinking age is 21 and its a huge deal) I took a look around the new waiting room they put us all into, and Viola! 4 American boys! (3 named Mark) I quickly made friends, and once they found out it was almost my birthday, they whipped out their last reserve beer for me, and when I had successfully downed that, we made a new friend out of a lone Parisian traveler, and started playing this drinking game.
They say (and I usually agree) that everyone is a winner in drinking games-if you "lose", you get to drink! Sounds good, right? However, apparently port and beer don't mix well! Before I knew it, I was sick on the bathroom floor, shortly after they sang happy birthday to me at midnight. The guys were so sweet and brought me a bag of pretzels and a bottle of water into the women's restroom. In my drunken still camera happy state I decided I should take a picture of this epic toilet and my "feel better snacks," which I though was hilarious when I looked through my photos in the morning.
I ended up falling asleep huddling with the Parisian on the cold airport floor for warmth. Then in the morning, crazy hungover, I headed back to London for...more drinking! Oh no...