Another year, another dollar.

I’ve been twenty one for two hours now.

I’m not drunk, nor do I feel particularly different.

I was born on Father’s Day; my father had Navy reserve training that weekend and, after I was born, went to the base and told everyone that he had the best father’s day gift ever. Despite everything that has happened since, he maintains that this is in fact still the case.

The evil plan for the evening is as follows: We are taking over a local Indian place, discovering The Tasty, and coming back to my house for an evening of whiskey, bad horror movies, and whatever other sorts of entertainment we may devise.

I can’t believe I hit the last milestone that I’ve ben able to conceptualize. Yikes.

Anyway, I don’t want this to be a long series of people wishing me happy birthday; I don’t think there’s necessarily an art to living or passing the time. Just wanted to write what was in my head, as usual.

Although I wouldn’t say no to a bottle of Laphroaic tossed my way.

Cheers, y’all.

Well, you didn’t get a long series of people wishing you a “happy birthday” so I hope you’re pleased with that.

Merry Natality anyway.

Per your wishes I won’t wish you a happy birthday.

I will tell you that I can honestly say that my life since I turned 21 (I’m in my late thirties) has been…I don’t want to say happier, but definitely more satisfying than it had been up until then. Seriously, the best part of your life is just starting.

Oh what the hell…Happy Birthday!

No! There are more milestones!

At 25, your car insurance rates go down.

At 30, you get to say “Holy shit, I’m 30, when did that happen?”

At 34 you get to say “I’ve lived longer than Christ!”

At 40 it’s “Holy SHIT, I’m 40, when did THAT happen??”

At 50 you repeat that, only with capitals, bolding, italics, and another question mark.

At 55 you get senior discounts at a lot of retail establishments.

See? Plenty of milestones! :smiley:

I won’t wish you happy birthday if you won’t wish me happy birthday.

-Tcat

(btw- I second the 21+ as the better part of my life. Old enough to know better, old enough to do something about it.)

I concur.

Despite the American emphasis on youth and youth culture I have found that as I grow older not only am I more confident but life is more fun.

I am increasingly in charge of my own destiny and capable of making more informed choices and getting better results on my desires.

And that’s fun.

Happy Father’s Day!

Y’all are silly. What I meant was that I didn’t want the replies to be just ‘happy birthday’.

Okay, so I am officially looking forward to my insurance rates going down. I swear, hit one SUV and people think you’re a hazard or something…

Don’t forget the career, accomplishments, increased income and insane consumerism that frequently follows!

Age 35: announce you’re running for president.