I had (well still have since my birthday is not over until the next holiday) about being 21 years old. No this is not a rational fear but neither are a lot of fears in today's society. Except of course for the Zombie apocalypse since London has a plan set out in case that occurs and I trust London. I fear this birthday because its the last big birthday that you can enjoy celebrating without being considered older. Every other birthday in my 20's will be the anniversary of my 21st. Turning 30 will be me crying over a cake, sitting cross legged on my kitchen counter, shoveling pieces into my mouth like a barbarian. The only hope is that by the time I am 30 calories will no longer count because we beat the system. The inevitable truth is that I will probably not give a shit.
My parents held me back in pre-k, claiming it was the trend for summer birthdays but I could not tell my letters from my numbers. So this means I am one of the first to turn 21. How the hell do you celebrate being legal when no one else can actively participate?
DILEMMAS. But again, another upside! I can use my discount from the liquor store and buy weasel piss alcohol on the cheap!
21 means I get to openly drink more often, so you're welcome world I will be more fun. As for celebrating, I did a family dinner Monday. Several pluses with that...
. Got to spend time with my family
. Got free ( and expensive!) booze to drink
. Free thai food, nom
. got to watch my brother drink champagne, lawlz
As for celebrating with my friends, this is not going to be the Vegas Trip I always dreamed of where I get eloped to the biggest whack job. However, I will be ingesting drinks with friends and that is good enough for me.