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My brother took me to a Titty bar where we got drunk.
I was put up on the stage for a dance around by a half dozen stripper my brother had paid.
An hour later, I was pepper sprayed by one of the door men so badly, I lost partial site for two weeks.
On the way home, my brother was so drunk we ended up sliding into a ditch and abandoning his car only to get picked up by a man who also more fucked up than we were.
He was pulled over for drunk driving only to be arrested for a capitol felony murder charge of killing a state trooper.
My eyes blistered so bad, I couldn’t work and two weeks later the bastard who pepper sprayed me, was found murdered out back of the bar where he sprayed me at.
My brother took me to a Titty bar where we got drunk.
I was put up on the stage for a dance around by a half dozen stripper my brother had paid.
An hour later, I was pepper sprayed by one of the door men so badly, I lost partial site for two weeks.
On the way home, my brother was so drunk we ended up sliding into a ditch and abandoning his car only to get picked up by a man who also more fucked up than we were.
He was pulled over for drunk driving only to be arrested for a capitol felony murder charge of killing a state trooper.
My eyes blistered so bad, I couldn’t work and two weeks later the bastard who pepper sprayed me, was found murdered out back of the bar where he sprayed me at.
Mine wasn’t as eventful as Shawn’s (Not many will be) but I had a night out fancy dress style where I went as Tony Montana. Let’s just say I don’t remember much after midnight but in my experience that normally means it’s a good night.
Pretty sure my 21st will have been like my 18th, pissed out of my brain in a shit hole pub somewhere. Can't say I remember the specifics of either. I vaguely remember getting bottled on one birthday but which escapes me at the moment lol.
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I had a huge party, got so drunk I forgot my own name, vomited all over my girlfriend's friend's car, scratched it with one of the buttons on my jeans and finally paid a £40 fee to get it cleaned. Brilliant birthday haha.
As first of my close-knit group of friends to turn twenty-one. I promptly rented a kick-ass hotel suite and invited my friends and some gals. Bought a few cases of beer and some bottles.
Were simply having some fun, until two of my friends got into one of their drunken wrestling matches. They were famous for it, so I let it go. But, someone got a little too serious and pissed the other off.
A broken lamp later and some yelling got us kicked out. I walked home from my own twenty-first birthday party because I was so pissed at my friends.
I'll be 21 in the fall, however, since moving to Montreal for school the drinking age was 18 so that birthday was my first time being legal. I had dabbled in the bar stuff with the whole fake id thing so luckily I embarrassed myself with my immaturity at bars before I was legal. My 19th was the one I went all out on though, not really sure why, I guess it was my champagne birthday.. but it lasted a week and got really weird, lost a lot there including my dignity. I find now though, I've gotten most of the club stuff out of my system, I don't find I go out with a friend anymore just to go out. Now, it's usually to go see a group of friends more casually without leaving a trail of my barf along my way home... maybe this is growing up? For my 21st though, I'm planning on Disney!
I had a pretty tame 21st. I went out to a Mexican restaurant, had one or two margaritas and that was about it. I had a teetotaler girlfriend at the time and really didn't start drinking until about midway through college. On my 22nd birthday, I woke up in a bed full of my own puke. Needless to say, I made up for the last one.
I feel I should explain more here lol. I'm mainly talking of weeks/weekends away with the lads when sharing rooms means you never sure who did the puking. I don't puke and blame the wife when I'm at home. I'm much better now and usually make it to the big white telephone.
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