The January Party

On my 21st birthday, my brother, sister, significant others, friends and I went out in St. Louis to party it up. We started with a Blues game to ease into the night and then hit it hard down on the riverfront at Morgan Street Brewery. It was a night full of extreme drinking for me and the only night in my life up until then, and since then, that I have ever puked from consumption. I pride myself on holding my liquor, but they got me with those 21 shots in two hours. Whoever thought 21 shots in one night was a good idea was W.R.O.N.G.!

Since that birthday was such a success, my brother has hosted a January Party for our combined birthdays ever since. You see, my brother, sister and I were all born in January. Yes, our parents really liked the month of April! April showers produce snowbabies! Every year since it's inception, the January Party has grown. This year was no exception, with roughly 40 people in attendance. Inappropriate humor, raunchy redneck songs courtesy of my man, and a ratio of 1 person for each bottle of liquor present equals a great time had by all. We are still waiting for our livers to recover.