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Being born in February, I am second in a long line of birthdays between me and my friends. Every year when we were younger we would get together and exchange birthday greetings. There was a big build-up the year we were all turning 21, and I sort of missed out having a winter birthday. The last of our group hit the big 2-1 in August, and that is when we decided to celebrate for all of us. After all, summertime is the best time to party.
The new, responsible adults we were, we decided to recruit my best friend’s brother, who was only 17, to drive us around for the night. He owed it to his big brother, as well as society. We may have been a little over anxious, hitting the town late Saturday afternoon, but we were ready to party all night. Upon entering the bar, we grabbed a few 2 for $3 beers, kicked back, and celebrated the best age we would ever reach in life. Could it get any better than this, we thought. The bar was absolutely dead, since the crowd didn’t normally pick up until 6 hours later, so another buddy of ours decided to do a few rounds of shots.
I don’t exactly remember when all the people started to pile in, but I turned around to visit the facilities, and had to wade through a mob of guys to get there. “Where did all these people come from?” I thought. Fortunately, there was not a long line yet, and I broke the seal for the first time that evening. The music kicked on, everyone was dancing, and we all got off the stools and got into it. My head was spinning already, but it did not prevent me from hopping on the table to show everyone my moves. As the night progressed, so did my buzz, and somehow our group of 7 turned into a trio minus the birthday boy. We looked around for him as much as a few drunken guys could, but the party vibe took back over. It didn’t dawn on us until later that without our friend, his brother could not drive us home, so we bailed and walked through the streets trying to find him.
Short of looking in the dumpsters, it was apparent our friends found a more lively party elsewhere, and ditched us. To our amazement, a kid we went to high school with was strolling around with his girlfriend, and we conned him into dropping us off at the diner down the street. We hopped out, and thanked him as he drove off. We decided to sit down on the small lawn in front of the diner for a moment, to try and sober up before ordering breakfast. The next thing I remember, the bright glow of a police cruiser’s headlights was beaming in my face. One of the officers was out of the vehicle, poking me in the leg with his nightstick. “Wake up!” he shouted a few times before my eyes could adjust. I turn to see my other two friends still passed out on the ground behind me, only a few feet from the diner entrance. “You guys will be gone by the time we turn around, right?” the officer said. I agreed, and stammered to my feet. Trying to rustle up my friends, who were not very cooperative, I finally got them to their feet. The cops were driving slow, giving us a chance, as they passed by and honked. Standing there with nowhere else to go and no way to get there, we entered the diner and grabbed a bite to eat. Since most of the patrons inside had to step over us to get in the door, we were greeted with a heavy round of applause and laughter.
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