So I thought it might be fun, since today is my something-somethingth birthday, to share a brief look back at what I can pretty well point to my "Best" and "Worst" birthdays.
I do mean best and worst actual days, not "parties near or around", which puts OKTOBERFEST out of the running.
THE BEST
Unilaterally, unquestionably, September 27, 2003 - my 19th birthday. I attended a double header at Wrigley Field in which the Chicago Cubs played the Pittsburgh Pirates. It was me, my dad, and Mike and Rob. The Cubs won both games of the double header which, combined with a LOSS by the Houston Astros, made the Cubs Central Division Champs.
The sun came out just as it was setting (it'd been a partly cloudy day) and the team ran around the field, spraying champagne on the bleacher bums. We cheered. They cheered.
It was my birthday. It was perfect. Hopes were higher than the Sears Tower.
Then we beat the Braves and played the Marlins and some shit went down that I don't want to talk about.
Which is actually a perfect segue to the.....
THE WORST
I don't know exactly what year it was, how old I was turning... I know it was one of the first few years we moved onto Montclair. So, 5 to 7 range I'm guessing.
My parents - wonderful, generous, loving people that they are - secured a dragon-shaped moon walk (big bouncy thing) for my birthday party. It was going to be awesome.
The guys came that morning and blew it up for the party that was to occur later that afternoon. Once finished, it was beautiful.... a sight to behold. A whole jumpy-dragon thing, all for me.
Too excited to wait, me and I believe some neighbors, guessing Dietzler, decided to preemptively go for a jump. And we did. And it was fun.
I was having the time of life, laughing and jumping - what a fun party this would be!
However, I started jumping a bit close to the entrance (a thin screen veil) and before you know it I was airborne and clear of the dragon.
I hit the lawn hard and, I think for the first time in my life, blacked out.
When I came to, I had the wind knocked out of me and was scared beyond belief.
As soon as friends and family came to my attention and made sure I was okay, I got as far away from that f#%*ing dragon as possible.
I think I stayed in Joey's room throughout the whole party, so that I could watch all my friends have fun on the dragon that nearly took my life.
Only came out for cake.
Miserable.
Oh well. Happy Birthday!
(to me)
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I think that your 21st birthday (two days after OKTOBERFEST) was a very special event. I remember it like it was yesterday, you puked in the bathroom of B.P. after about three sips of beer. It was a magical moment for me, because I got to drink the rest of your beer.
When frightening technology of the future allows us to replay the memories from our minds like some sort of in-membrane DVR, I will prove to you that my 21st birthday "sickening" was actually the greatest hoax ever pulled off.
And then we will defeat the damn dirty apes that run the planet.
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