Winter birthdays suck. Majorly. No pool parties in June. No barbequing with friends in July. No crackling bonfire at the beach in late August, drinking lots of cold beer, or singing off-key to ancient metal ballads.
I guess that year, my brothers had enough of my annual whining. They invited our closest friends and organized a beach party for me...in February. In other words, it was entirely my fault that on my twenty-fourth birthday, I sat by the above-mentioned merrily-crackling bonfire