21st birthdays are a gift to be hated

Man o Man. I remember my 21st birthday. I was working with a bunch of raging alcoholics at a Red Robin in college, and everyone I knew gathered to celebrate my impending entrance to manhood. Or at least, legally drinking. However, I can’t imagine being a cute young girl and working at a freakish design house in Portland when I turned 21.

Here is the video, straight from the horses mouth.

http://www.pampelmoose.com/mspeaks/?p=646

It isn’t available on YouTube, so you’ll have to click through to watch, but it’s awesome. I wish I could have been there.

Kari's 21st Birthday at Nemo

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