May 29, 1991:
A small baby girl, 6 pounds and some odd ounces, with chubby cheeks, was born. With many names thrown out, such as: Sarah, Paige, Grace etc. my father said, “What about Christina?”. And thus, I am here 21 years later with the same old chubby cheeks.
I would like to say that with the exception of a sip of white and red wine, I’ve never had alcohol. I really know nothing about it, either. Just never peeked my interest. But, since I’ve been doing my internship as a Production Assistant on a feature film, I technically turned 21 onset.
We were filming in a bar (go figure) so when we wrapped at 2am, the other interns and crew wanted to buy me a drink. David, the 2nd Assistant Director, bought me my first ever alcoholic beverage. I had Josh (2nd 2nd AD), Luca (PA), Robert (PA), and other crew members giving me cheers with their beers and what not. After some people (including the director) gave me a congratulatory “Happy birthday”, I drank my Buttery Nipple.
I have no friggin’ clue what the hell it actually is haha. It was eh. Funky after-taste, that’s for sure. I liken it to cold medicine. I told everyone it was good (as to not hurt their feelings). They all said that they were honored to be witnesses to my very first drink. One of the wardrobe ladies gave me a shirt! It has to do with the movie, so I’m happy I have a memento!
I just want to thank them for making my birthday special. Even if they never read this.