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      CommentAuthorscs
    • CommentTimeApr 22nd 2011
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    RenThing mentioned it in Embarassing Stories of Life, and it seems a good starting point for more 'getting to know you stuff.'

    My 21st? Wasn't as significant as it could have been, given that I was from a state where you could drink, vote, etc, at 18. So I didn't plan anything special, and in fact was hardly aware of it.

    I was taking a leisurely cross-country that summer, driving an old MG that really did not like altitude. The week leading up had been spent with some friends in Colorado at about 8,000 feet (Steamboat Springs, if you must know). The car had been really, really unhappy driving up those mountains in the summer heat. When came time to push off for my next destination, I left in the evening and got over the continental divide at night. Some time after midnight on my birthday I pulled off to the side of the road, threw a tarp and my sleeping bag on the ground, and went to sleep. The next morning I awoke to find it wasn't ground at all, but a snowbank. Got back in the car, headed east, and spent my entire birthday driving from Colorado to southern Indiana. Got to my destination just as the sun was coming up.

    It may not sound like much of a celebration, but it sure felt good to me. 24 hours of nearly uninterrupted thought is a luxury we can rarely indulge in.
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      CommentAuthorallana
    • CommentTimeApr 22nd 2011
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    this is from my 22nd, but it's the exact same story as my 21st (we were hoping to make a yearly thing of it, y'see):

    DSC_4236

    you can see the scars from the year previous (they're the horizontal within the fresh verticals). my 21st was better, though; i took drugs on my 22nd and sort of zoned out for most of it. oops.
    the story is that
    my friends and i like to bleed for fun so we took some big hooks and put them through our skin and then we laced ourselves to each other and created delicious delicious tension. like a suspension but without the lifting-off part. less pressure, more social? i guess? no pictures of the pulls online, but http://www.flickr.com/photos/allanaaa/3099867492/in/photostream/ is what the hooks look like.


    my 23rd is probably my best birthday story, as i started it on a snowed-in bus somewhere in Colorado and ended it in Vegas.

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