October 27, 1997
Went out bought porn, cigs, and a couple scratch off lottery tickets, then spent 3 hours at the semi-new off track wagering parlor in town.
October 27, 1997
Went out bought porn, cigs, and a couple scratch off lottery tickets, then spent 3 hours at the semi-new off track wagering parlor in town.
Brought home my first car. Waited for a call from my then-girlfriend who was in Egypt. Call never came because she forgot about me. (One of the many, MANY reasons why I am married to someone else all these years later).
12/19/1966.
Not even the vaguest memory of what I did.
Tended bar at a private party. Back then, the drinking age was 18. I’m officially the youngest person ever to tend bar legally in New York State.
It took me a while to remember (despite being only in 2003), but I think I was staying in a condo on a beach in Florida with my family and two of my best friends. It wasn’t a birthday trip, it’s just when we went on summer vacation that year.
Got in a MAJOR argument with my parents. I wanted to attend an unsupervised, all night drinking party at a friend’s camp – they wanted me to obey curfew. My dad punched a hole in the wall; that was the only time in my entire life I ever saw him get violent.
I went to the party guiltily, drank guiltily, had an unremarkable make-out session with a guy who died a week later when he crashed his motorcycle into a station wagon, came home and mended fences with my parents.
Yeah, I thought I was an ADULT and KNEW IT ALL. Some 30+ years later, I am at least adult enough to know that I still don’t know jack shit.
August 1986 - I was participating in sorority rush week.
May 2004 - I spent the evening finishing an English paper.
I am lucky to remember what I did at my last birthday much less 1965. I would have just started jr. college.
My mother made these big plans for me to have a little party at my aunt’s house on my 18th. Unfortunately she never told me until the day of, after my dad and stepmom had purchased a cake, and my mom started crying when she found out that we had made impromptu plans because her careful planning was falling apart. I was put in an awkward position and was annoyed with my mom, and my dad and stepmom were pissed at me because I chose to go to my aunt’s instead of hanging out with them. I didn’t end up having a very fun day.
I haven’t discussed the plan with her; I hope to surprise her, but I haven’t any idea how one surprises one’s SO on such an occasion.
June 21, 1976. Monday. I had graduated from high school the Friday before.
I started working at a new job on that day. In the stockroom. Doing inventory. Sucked, as my job while in high school was running batch jobs on an IBM Model 360/2. That company laid me off two weeks before graduation.
Got home and found out my best friend had talked with my folks and put together a surprise birthday party for me and invited the entire gang over. Too bad it was at my house. No beer.
I enrolled on the electoral roll.
Very carefully.
I got a several-minute-long beating with a broom handle and a chair leg because I did something really foolish in a card game that involved money.
Seriously.
A 2 liter of Cherry Pepsi, and a bag of Mini Oreos from a good girl friend of mine (I love and miss you Lauren)
Also got sang to by an auditorium of people because I had a play performance that night
Boosted a Lamborghini, robbed a bank, and led police on a high-speed chase to Mexico, where I did shots of tequila and lines of blow off of a hooker’s breasts.
Okay, that’s what I wish I’d done.
It’s either an indication of my age, or the impact my 18th had on me, that I can’t remember anything specifically special about it. I think I was allowed a couple of beers.
That’s what you’re supposed to do before you turn 18, so they can’t charge you as an adult.
June of '74 and I got a watch. It was my first watch and I forgot I had it on and jumped off a diving board into the pool (where I remembered the watch in mid-air).
It wasn’t waterproof.