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Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Forever 21?
It's a good age, right? 21.
At least for another 364 days, I can start saying to everyone, "To hell with the drinking age!"
Honestly, there is no difference in feeling 21 years old and feeling 20 years old. But in a nation that is tied for the highest minimum drinking age, turning 21 is culturally a huge deal. Aside from many Middle Eastern or Muslim countries (where the consumption of alcohol is illegal), the United States is pretty strict on alcohol-related issues.
But going with the norm, I did try and hold a little something for my 21st birthday. The sad thing is -- though this seems pretty normal -- I barely remember anything that happened that night.
Thus, I went on a short adventure, gathering stories from witnesses of what "supposedly" happened.
- I drank out of a hollowed-out pineapple. This I vaguely remember.
- I spilled a lot of beer out of said pineapple. This I don't remember.
- I made some kind of speech regarding academic probation based on underage drinking. This I don't remember.
- I took 14 straight shots... plus other drinks in between. I only remember most of the shots, but other than that, I have no clue what I drank.
- I briefly played drunken piano. This I don't remember at all.
- I was screaming at someone or something momentarily after I began to black out. This I obviously don't remember.
- I was bartending drunk. How in hell did that happen?
On another note, there were many signs regarding what happened that night. When I woke up around 2-3 PM the next day, there were bottle caps in my back pocket. There was a crushed beer can tucked away in the corner of my room. The towel rack was torn off the bathroom wall. I had a tie strung around my neck. My desk reeked of spilled alcohol. One of my textbooks was stained with pineapple daiquiri. Of course, I had a raging headache, but that's natural.
Friends that came said they had a great deal of fun. I appreciate that. As long as people enjoyed themselves, I can say the night was a success. I sincerely express my gratitude. For those who came, those who helped make the night the way it was, for those who managed to take care of me after I passed out, those who took the shots with me, and for those who offered really neat gifts. We only turn 21 once in our lifetimes, so why not let yourself loose this one time?
At least for another 364 days, I can start saying to everyone, "To hell with the drinking age!"
Honestly, there is no difference in feeling 21 years old and feeling 20 years old. But in a nation that is tied for the highest minimum drinking age, turning 21 is culturally a huge deal. Aside from many Middle Eastern or Muslim countries (where the consumption of alcohol is illegal), the United States is pretty strict on alcohol-related issues.
But going with the norm, I did try and hold a little something for my 21st birthday. The sad thing is -- though this seems pretty normal -- I barely remember anything that happened that night.
Thus, I went on a short adventure, gathering stories from witnesses of what "supposedly" happened.
- I drank out of a hollowed-out pineapple. This I vaguely remember.
- I spilled a lot of beer out of said pineapple. This I don't remember.
- I made some kind of speech regarding academic probation based on underage drinking. This I don't remember.
- I took 14 straight shots... plus other drinks in between. I only remember most of the shots, but other than that, I have no clue what I drank.
- I briefly played drunken piano. This I don't remember at all.
- I was screaming at someone or something momentarily after I began to black out. This I obviously don't remember.
- I was bartending drunk. How in hell did that happen?
On another note, there were many signs regarding what happened that night. When I woke up around 2-3 PM the next day, there were bottle caps in my back pocket. There was a crushed beer can tucked away in the corner of my room. The towel rack was torn off the bathroom wall. I had a tie strung around my neck. My desk reeked of spilled alcohol. One of my textbooks was stained with pineapple daiquiri. Of course, I had a raging headache, but that's natural.
Friends that came said they had a great deal of fun. I appreciate that. As long as people enjoyed themselves, I can say the night was a success. I sincerely express my gratitude. For those who came, those who helped make the night the way it was, for those who managed to take care of me after I passed out, those who took the shots with me, and for those who offered really neat gifts. We only turn 21 once in our lifetimes, so why not let yourself loose this one time?
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