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By Bayless Parsley
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March 1, 2005
On some warm Houston evening in May of 1983, the stars must have been aligned against me. The events that unfolded that night at Chez Parsley positioned my 21st birthday to fall perfectly in the midst of Virginia's midterm week.
Even luckier for me, my 21st landed on the Monday of that midterm week.
Add one tequila shot, a Starrhill Pale and then the bill, and you've got yourself a recipe for some 'mmm good anticlimactic stew.
I can still be relatively thankful for my luck this week, having just a single test to study for.