WhaadamI gonna have to go to the library and look through their microfiche to see what was happening on my 21st bithday? I want to know ILE and Thomas Branigan Memorial Library refernce desk can't help me there. What the hell.
I'll tell you what I did on my 21st birthday: I went to the zoo and saw otters and penguins and didn't go to the monkey house because I hate monkeys. I bought myself a meatball sandwich and watched cartoons. My friends took me to sushi and my ex-boyfriend gave me an Emiitt Rhodes record. My friend convinced me to go to a bar and get a free birthday drink (Boise bars all give out whatever drink you want on the 21st birthday). I got something called a Mind Eraser. It was just okay. The young lady tending the bar got mad that neither of us ordered any drinks. I went home and went to sleep.
― Abbott, Monday, 29 October 2007 01:45 (eighteen years ago)
My 21st birthday was in 1990. I have absolutely no memory of what I did or didn't do then.
― Oilyrags, Monday, 29 October 2007 01:50 (eighteen years ago)
When I was 15 my family gave me eight packs of Mentos: an average of one point three repeating packs of Mentos per family member. I think then I listened to the Smashing Pumpkins and felt sad.
― Abbott, Monday, 29 October 2007 01:52 (eighteen years ago)
15th birthday natch, though that last sentence could have been true of every day of my life age 14-16.
Then you found ILX and were sadder. Er.
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 29 October 2007 01:58 (eighteen years ago)
No, I was listening to the Smiths at age 17 when I found ILX, and Switchblade Symphony and Rasputina. Also being sad. ILX did make me happy though I was very intimidated to post although in retrospect it seems I was met with warm enough reception.
― Abbott, Monday, 29 October 2007 02:13 (eighteen years ago)
And hurrah for that!
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 29 October 2007 02:18 (eighteen years ago)
I am 24 now. Whoa. This board has spanned far less of my life than The Simpsons has, though.
― Abbott, Monday, 29 October 2007 02:20 (eighteen years ago)
O wot a night this is to be. Nigh twice as old as 'bbott. Heh.
― t**t, Tuesday, 30 October 2007 01:20 (eighteen years ago)
The day I turned 21, Susan Smith confessed to drowning her boys. My dad took me to a Davanni's Pizza and we fought over whether to get a Busch pitcher or Miller Lite. (He wanted Busch.)
He poured me my first legal beer and asked that I at least pretend that the taste was foreign.
Then we went back to my apartment where he passed out on the couch and I went to bed. Hit the pillow at about 10:30.
I have more than made up for that night since.
― Pleasant Plains, Tuesday, 30 October 2007 02:04 (eighteen years ago)
I turned 21 in 1992. I had always told my parents they could get their claws into my 18th as a family do, but hands off my 21st (I smartly figured I'd have moved out by then and I had).
I got very very drunk, my speech consisted of "I'm 21 now and you can all get fucked!" (to much cheering) and then I passed out in a rocking chair.
― Trayce, Tuesday, 30 October 2007 02:08 (eighteen years ago)
Oh and 21 is nothing majorly special here anyway, since the drinking age is 18 and the driving age is like 16.
i'm not going to jump on the abbott bandwagon but this:
I got something called a Mind Eraser. It was just okay. The young lady tending the bar got mad that neither of us ordered any drinks. I went home and went to sleep.
-- Abbott, Sunday, October 28, 2007 9:45 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Link
is my kind of perfect prose.
― sanskrit, Tuesday, 30 October 2007 03:08 (eighteen years ago)
Haha that's all my journal is whenever I write in it.
― Abbott, Tuesday, 30 October 2007 03:11 (eighteen years ago)