From MVRWC a story about a 21st birthday that no one would want to have.
I can remember exactly what I was doing and where I was at on my 21st. It was a very nice, happy evening (playing and watching great pool players) and at the stroke of midnight (my 'actual' birthday) the lady behind the bar symbolically carded me (she knew why we were there) and after assessing I was 21, she lined up 21 shots of Jack on the bar and told me 'on the house'.
Yes I got plastered. Sadly Gilad might not even be alive on his birthday. Goto the MVRWC site and read the whole thing please.