It's my birthday, which got me thinking about other birthdays. Which in my case, is not necessarily a good thing. I actually had a birthday curse that lasted years, but that's a whole other story and a negative one at that. And today, I'm all about the good.
My brother and I went to college in Boston. We went to very different schools, but saw each other often. And as a guy who's been known to seek out a good time, he planned the ultimate birthday party when I turned 21.
The phone rang. I answered it.
"Hey, I figured out what we're doing for your 21st birthday."
"Um, you did?" I replied warily.
"Yeah. Baseball Birthday."
"Just collect 10 bucks from all your friends and leave the rest to me."
"10 bucks?" This was when Shawmut Bank spit out cash in $5 increments. Ten dollars was a good chunk o' cash.
"Yeah, $6.50 for a ticket, the rest for the keg," My brother said.
"Tickets? Keg? What keg?"
"Don't worry about it. Just get the cash and bring it to me in two days."
So, like a good little sister, I hung up the phone and over the next couple days, when I saw my friends, I invited them to Baseball Birthday.
"What's that?" They'd ask.
"I'm not sure," I'd answer.
But they all coughed up the ten bucks just to see where my crazy brother would lead us.
On my birthday, my friends and I assembled on my apartment's stoop. We lived on Newbury Street, which is Boston's equivalent of Fifth Avenue. (No, we weren't rich. My roommie and I shared a teeny one bedroom apartment behind a shop that sold handstitched Italian leather goods.)
"So what exactly is Baseball Birthday?" Someone asked as my brother rolled up with one of his roommates. They had a car, which was very rare in Boston. From it, they pulled a keg and sat it right in the middle of the walk.
The saleswoman in the leather shop stuck her head out the door and glared at us.
My brother handed everyone a keg cup and a bleacher seat ticket. We drank a lot of beer before the sky darkened and we started our stumble to Fenway Park. Our mob covered half a section of the bleacher seats. Then they coerced the rest of the section to howl out "Happy Birthday." We did the wave and splashed each other with beer and my boyfriend at the time tried to jump the wall and run across the field.
Thank God he didn't get arrested.
After the game, someone picked up the keg and we moved the party back to my brother's apartment where we could blast music and not worry about storekeepers. My 21st birthday party lasted all night long.
It was definitely the most memorable birthday I've ever had. So what about you? What was your most memorable birthday?
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