Because of my job I was unable to listen to the first 100 or so birthdays drawn in the first lottery. When I returned to my apartrment my three roommates were all listening to the broadcast. When I asked if my birthday had been called they responded that they didn’t KNOW my birthday. So I joined the listening party. After they reached 200 I started to become nervous. After they reached 300 I really became anxious. 310…320…330 all came and went. I was mentally packing my bags! Finally they called my birthdate, number 335! Not only that, but I was the lowest number among all of my roommates. To say we partied that night would be an extreme understatement!
