Hi guys! It’s Friday and it’s suddenly August somehow and some of us have been very busy bees and just want to kick back and relax and let a bunch of fun stories carry us through the last hours before it’s the freakin’ weekend. I know you are all bursting with anecdotes, so today let’s share stories about the best and worst birthdays we’ve ever had.
My 24th birthday happened to fall on the very same day that a local sporting squad was competing in a national sporting championship. I had invited all of my friends over for a very catweazley evening of booze, board games, cake, and more booze, but I was met with a wall of “BUT WHAT ABOUT THE SPORTING MATCH?!?!??!?!?!” This angered me, as I have never given even the tiniest shit about sports. The evening began with me and two of my roommates playing Mystery Date and drinking sweet tea vodka and lemonade cocktails, as I stewed in righteous anger, but then a magical thing happened! The local sportsmen sported their very hardest, and they won the match! And suddenly my house was full of very excited and drunk friends! And suddenly I was also excited and drunk! And suddenly we were parading down the street wearing weird hats and carrying with us a cougar statue and several hobby horses as cars honked and people yelled and fireworks went off in the distance! Though I knew the celebrations were sports-related, I chose to believe that everybody was just really amped that it was my birthday.
I spent my entire 21st birthday not getting crunk as one is supposed to do, but helping my family get ready to move from a house into a two bedroom apartment by sorting through a mountain of junk trying to separate the garbage we wanted to keep from the garbage we wanted to put in the garbage, driving things to Goodwill, packing my own stuff, and cleaning everything.