Well, as many avid readers of bpbc may know, I just turned 21. I just want to write about it on here and share with you my memories…or lack thereof. This was truly the best birthday I will have ever, unless I end up having a family when I’m older and they throw me some kickass 50th birthday or something…Anyway, let’s see where to start. Well, Kel, J Stone and Crisp took me shopping for clothes for the party, since I don’t know how to dress myself. They picked out these so called “goucho” pants. I’m not one to jump on the fashion trend bus, but I must say, I liked them. Quite comfortable. I was able to buy a pair of shoes by myself as well which left me quite accomplished with myself. 21 AND I can match shoes to clothes. But enough of that. I got at the VFW about an hour early to help set up. However, I’m kind of a piece of shit and my mom and my grandmom kind of did everything. I think I put crackers on a tray…
Let’s talk about the VFW. It was a pretty nice place. Had a stage, a kitchen, a coat room, a bar, bathrooms weren’t bad. However, the decor kind of freaked me out a little. First of all, there’s a huge ass tank on the front lawn. I guess this makes sense, seeing as it is Veterans of Foreign Wars, but that was just kind of weird. It made giving directions easy though…”yeah, just go on Hulmeville Ave. It’s the house with the huge ass tank on the lawn.”
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