My 21st – The saying is true. On the 21st, you drink because you can. Every birthday after that, you drink because you have to. Or something like that. Either way, I got real drunk.

My 18th, 19th, 20th – Birthdays celebrated in college were awesome because friends were there. Even though they were usually in the middle of finals or after finals when no one could make attend. Ok, wait, maybe this shouldn’t be so highly ranked.

My birth – I would imagine I was one of those babies happy to leave the womb, since I like my private space.

My 16th – Old enough to drive, good enough for me. Certainly not close to Super Sweet 16 level. If only that show started airing back when, I could’ve probably pressured my parents into

My 1st birthday – Ranked in the middle because I don’t remember it. But since I was the only child at that time (see 2nd birthday), I was probably treated like a king.

5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th – At some point, I had a birthday at Scooters, the local arcade. This was pretty awesome, and I’m 75% certain it happened at some point here.

14th, 15th, 17th – The other High school years. Hm…From what I recall, I think my birthday was largely ignored by the Bristol Eastern population.

My 2nd birthday – My brother would be born 12 days later. Sorry, Dave!

My 3rd, 4th – I probably had to share this with kid bro. And knowing me, I was probably not happy about it.

11th, 12th, 13th – These were probably really sucky birthday years. It’s that age where I’m getting too old for people to figure out what I want in presents, if I even got presents at all at this point. Plus, I was all too aware that splitting a birthday with Jesus and my little brother was not what December 12th was intended for.

My 22nd – I was supposed to celebrate with all my friends at Mohegan Sun. Instead, I got mono.