I turned 21 this past sun and it was so fun. I went to a bar in my home town on Saturday night and let me tell you it was like I was in a time capsule. At first I was edgy for going to a bar because a few of my friends couldn’t go since they weren’t 21. Plus I don’t really hang out in my town very much because I’m mostly at school. But I got over the nervousness, which could have been some of the alcohol helping. It had been such a long time since I’d seen so many people from my town. Most of them were older, like in their mid thirties which were friends of my brothers. But we all remembered each other and had a good time. And of course as the night goes on everyone gets along.
Since I’ve turned 21 though, I haven’t had to pay for my own drinks yet. My brother and sister in-law bought my some as a gift, by boyfriend and guy friends bought my shots at the bar, and then when I went out to dinner with some girlfriends they bought the pitchers of margaritas. I mean I still haven’t had to show my I.D. to a store or waiter. Isn’t that the main excitement when you turn twenty one? That when a person asks to see your i.d., you can just whip it out of your wallet?
It kind of reminds me when I turned 17 and couldn’t wait for that salesclerk at the movies theater to ask for my i.d. so I could watch an R rated movie. Or when I turned 18 and asked to buy a lottery ticket. I just couldn’t wait to prove that I was legally aloud to buy them. I do have a feeling though that in about a week it will be old news, just like the earlier years that I used to be so excited for.
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