Birthdays are a special time.
But to people like me, when you hit that last milestone, you have to work just that much harder to make your birthday a festive occasion. So, when I turned 23, I decided to make my birthday party one that people would only partially remember the next morning. And my neighbors would be haunted forever by the sounds of shrill laughter and breaking glass. Earlier that day Jeff and I raced around town securing provisions for the night's activities. After a lot of bad noise, she was led off, sobbing, and a wormy looking manager type rung up our purchases on the promise that when we were finally dragged off to jail we wouldn't divulge the name of the store.