After four long years as a college student who isn’t 21… the eternal designated driver- I’m finally turning 21 at midnight!!!
For those of you outside the US, that means its time for that special evening where your friends take you out, get you drunk beyond belief, resuscitate you when your major organs briefly pause, and leave you to wake up in a strange girl’s (God, I hope it IS a girl) bed with someone else’s underwear on backwards and a tattoo of the Mona Lisa with a beard.
One of my oldest friends (who I started college with, and is now 23) said this the other day- “Man, I really thought I’d have accomplished more by the time you were 21. I talked to my mom, and she couldn’t believe it either.”
Yes, my friends time their lives according to my birthdays.
I merely wanted to tell everyone so if the snide comment I’d usually make in threads doesn’t appear, its because I died of alcohol poisoning, or from falling off a car, or walking in front of a badly placed dartboard in the bar we’re going to.
Orlando residents, lock up your daughters! (and goats)