21

Two days after Christmas my brother turned 21. It was really funny, actually. He left teh house around 8 at night to meet up with his friends in Elk Grove. Apparantly, they went bar hopping, but i dont think he would really remember.
The next morning, it was the greatest moment in family history. He was abandoned in our living room, without his car, without his phone, pants and shoes missing, wrapped in towels with a brownie tin filled with vomit on the floor. Not to mention, my brother had a huge gash above his eyebrow. My parents took pictures.
From what he recalls, he can only remember the first bar, and one drink at the second. My brother found out that he had barfed in his new car and his friends said that he had puked on himself so much, they all had to strip him down and hose him off in the night. Sounds like a night he was lucky not to remember.

His other friend turned 21 two days later...