My favorite birthdays are the ones I don't remember!!!
My favorite birthdays are the ones I don't remember!!!
If you don't remember it happening then do you really get older?
7th grade B-day party we decided to have a BB gun war in my backyard. I was shot in the face and the BB remains in my chin to this day. It was epic.
The shot was actually ludicrously accurate. I was laying on a hill and popping shots off at people as they ran across the yard. In a moment of what I thought was genius I had propped a tee-ball home plate up in front of my face to, ya know, protect my face. Amazingly the shot that hit actually went through the hole in the home plate that one would usually place the tee into.
Looking back, it's kind of amazing nothing worse than that happened.
I read the subject of your post and was unsure where that one was going. Although you were injured, I am glad you went with that method of being shot in the face.
An Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred Sot Range Model Air Rifle?
You'll shoot your eye out, kid!
I had 8 shots of Everclear and woke up a week later.
What was the time frame of which those shots were taken? 8 shots of Everclear pretty quickly will put you out of it for a few days, no doubt.
is the day im getting married
tomorrow is my honeymoon at the big house
Congrats! Just over a month till I'm getting married...
I was in Sicily for my 23rd birthday. Is that pretty cool? I always thought so. I don't have cr-a-a-azy hijinx to tell from that particular birthday, but it's still my favorite.
since no one else has said it yet. Happy Birthday.
Best birthday was 15th.
Celebrated with girlfriend and we both lost something...
Having your V-card pulled...that's gotta be the best birthday present ever.
My favorite birthday was when my old roommate turned 21.
We were living on East William, kind of across from the YMCA, meaning it was bum central.
We had a double-party for him, since half our group (and all the girlfriends) were under 21 and half of us were older and thus had to go to the bar. So we partied at our place, left a keg and some cases of really bad beer, and ended up in several Main St. bars, mostly Conor O'Neill's, where everyone was buying our guy shots.
When we returned, very very drunk, the girlfriends had invited a bum onto our porch. The birthday boy went inside, found a case of beer, and came back out to hand them out to everyone, including the bum. Then he sat down for minute all quiet, then randomly jumped up and drop-kicked everyone's beers out of our hands. You've never seen a broken heart until you've seen a bum's beer suddenly drop-kicked out of his hand.
Then the bum leaned backwards and fell off the porch, and birthday boy ran off into the night. We filled up pockets with the remaining beers (why we thought we needed provisions to track down a runaway drunk I don't know) and caught up to him near Michigan Stadium, which we then proceeded to enter and hang out at the 50 yard line until someone saw a flashlight and we bolted.
The next morning, we awoke and found B-Day-Plus-1 boy lying butt naked in his bed, his clothes sopping wet in a pile by the door. This was a big mystery until later that afternoon when we discovered I had apparently re-attached our hose and turned the water on. Mystery solved.
As an April Fool's Day Baby... You'd think so, but mostly it was drinking way too much, including at charlie's doing a jackson 5, followed by a 4 horsemen, and then a stop light - they make 3 shots, a red, green, and yellow, and 2 are alcohol, 1 is sprite. Ideally, you do the 2 alcohol, then get a chaser that helps a little. Didn't see the bartender make it, and did it backwards.
Charlie's shooter list is always a good time for 21st/22/23... etc. birthdays
I celebrated my birthday last week. Went out with some friends and had way too many Jaeger shots. Had to piece the night together from my friends the next day, which is always fun. It's like solving a mystery!
Apparently I was flirting with a girl playing pool, trying to give her pointers (She must have been pretty bad to take advice from a drunk). I guess my charms weren't what they used to be (shocking, I know), and my buddies said I was pretty bummed when she left.
After the bar we went back to my place and watched the Bad News Bears, which I don't remember at all but was still pretty coherent to my friends.
Also, Taco Bell at 2 in the morning after a hard night of drinking...not good. I do vaguely remember that, unfortunately. Thank God birthdays, only come once a year.
was the night of my work x-mas party, i bought one beer and then someone remembered it was my birthday and i didn't buy another that night... at one point in the night i had a "tube of beer" (also known as a yard of beer) in front of me with people still buying me beers and shots... how i was still standing by the end of the night and didn't puke is beyond me... i do remember trying to feel up a female co-worker on the way home...
Happy birthday dude
I would say my best birthday was my 20th. I got drunk with buddies, drove down to Atlanta to see Badfish, which is a Sublime cover band for those of you who do not know, found a brand new bowl in the parking lot, drove back home to continue drinking. The buzz I acumulated had worn off since o couldn't buy beer inside.
I saw them at the variety playhouse and at this venue your not allowed to smoke inside but we got away with it by squeezing the tabacco out of cigarettes and packing them with bud. And being very sneeky about it.
On November 18, 2008. Wouldn't that be your MGoBirthday?
My 22nd birthday was pretty fun, out all night drinking. Though the most memorable part was the next morning when my mom woke me up cuz i had to go to work. She works at the jail so she had a breathalyzer at the house and made me blow to make sure i was ok to drive. i blew a .170 so my mom gave me a ride. It was the first time i was actually glad i had took take a breathalyzer. Who knows what would of happened if i drove.
My parents got me a a goldfish for my birthday. About 30 minutes before, mom had put the bowl into a box, covered, and wrapped it up for me. It was wrapped in the most beautiful foil paper and a bright blue ribbon.
Unfortunately, goldfish are prone to dying randomly. When I opened that box 30 minutes later, there was my fish, dead. Quickly, mom snatched up the box, hoping I wouldn't realize what I'd seen. When she grabbed the box, some of the water spilled, and the bottom of the box immediately gave way. Crash, out onto the floor went the bowl and the dead fish. I sat in my chair, 6 years old, slice of cake in front of me, staring down at the floor; water soaked carpet, scattered pebbles, shards of glass, and, fixated right upon me, the slimy dead stare of my gift that never was. Suddenly my sister screamed, my dad yelled some words I didn't know, and then I don't remember anymore.
The next birthday, I got cash.
For my roommate's 20th bday this year, I arranged for her bf to take her out to dinner. During their dinner, I packed her a bag and found her passport. Me and my bf waited until the other two had paid their check, then we "kidnapped" her and our accomplice and drove to Windsor.... shenanigans ensued.
April 25th so it always fell towards the end of final exams.
My last two finals fell on my b-day the year I turned 21. I went out that evening to Skeepers (this was back when people went to Skeepers) with some "friends" who provided me with a ridiculous amount of alcohol.... more than my stomach could handle actually, as I expelled some of it in the middle of the night along with whatever the hell I ate that evening.
Poor planning on my part as my father was coming in the next morning to help me move out. Thankfully, I was all packed. However, I ended up leaving my mattress along with the contents of my stomach right where they were as I was in no condition to clean up the mess. I didn't feel too bad, though, as my land lord was a scumbag.
This was in a house on the west side of Division, two houses north of Hill, if any of you happened to have lived there and noticed a mysterious stain on the carpet in the basement bedroom......