My 21st Birthday Party: Happy 21st Birthday to Me.

Since I have no life to report on right now and haven’t had human interaction outside of work in weeks, let’s think back to happier times when I was having fun and living the life…my infamous 21st birthday party.

Years ago, I threw myself a 21st birthday party at my apartment in Urbana. It involved alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. Really I just told my parents that for my birthday present all I wanted was booze. Lots and lots of booze. And they obliged.

We had bottles and bottles of vodka and rum and whiskey. We had sodas and strawberry daiquiri mix and grenadine. We had beer. I taped up recipes to different alcoholic concoctions on my kitchen cabinets because I didn’t know how to make anything, how to mix anything, what went with what.

All of my friends from school and KCSA and Inline Insomniacs came. Some of my friends from home drove down.

It was pretty epic. I know how to throw a 21st birthday party. I know how to throw a birthday party.

Of course, the night ended with my friend Sid throwing up on the floor, Erika throwing up in my bedroom, and Mike throwing up in Amy’s room.

And I didn’t throw up on my 21st birthday… or get all that drunk… because the whole night I was too worried about everyone else drinking too much to really drink all that much myself (despite what the photographs might imply).

Happy 21st birthday to me…

Maybe it wasn’t a happier time…

Photos from my 21st Birthday Party: