Your friendly neighborhood blogger has never had great hand-eye coordination, so of course the most logical thing to have at his 21st birthday party is a piƱata...right? Well, my blind ass got to hit one of these things in 1996. It actually was pretty fun, as was the party.
Most people would go out drinking with all their buddies on their 21st brithday. I just had one buddy, my friend Todd Martin, and a bunch of paying customers. My mom turned my birthday into a fund-raiser for her country club! Oh, well, we made some money and I had a great time.
That's my mom, right there beside me in the striped shirt.
No comments:
Post a Comment