Birthday

Well, I'm 21. Took a while (well, no longer than anyone else, I guess), but I'm now officially an adult. Except that I'm still a dependant of my parents, using their house, their car, their money, their insurance, and I still go to the pediatrician. But other than that, I count as an adult.
Ryan and Julie took me out to the Nitty Gritty (the "official birthday place"), where I got a good sandwich and free beer. I don't really like beer, but it was a good way to try some that weren't so gag-inducing. Mom and Dad tried to use the WI law that underage kids can drink at bars with thier parents, so we went out last weekend, but we weren't actually at a bar, and the corporate rule at Chili's of no underage drinkers regardless of parents prevented me from officially ordering a drink. But I drank the one that Mama ordered for me, which was good enough. No, I don't have any great 21st b-day drunked stories, and I think that's good. I didn't wake up with a hangover, I didn't get totally sloshed on Long Island Ice Teas, and I wasn't throwing up the whole night. It was actually rather calm, except for the whooping I got from Ryan at Scrabble. Maybe when I get back to school my girlies and I can get ourselves whipped up into a real post-drinking-age stupor. Or maybe we'll just watch Gilmore Girls and eat pudding.
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