Please forgive the hiatus.
It hit me at about 8:38 this morning. When I woke up a couple hours beforehand, I woke up a 21-year-old. I was well aware of the age, but when my mother came down to go to work she wished me a happy birthday. Then there was a comment or two about how I'm no longer her baby. Even though she's been saying taht every birthday since my sixteenth.
Then it hit me. All the connotations and images that the phrase "21st birthday" elicits. It's almost a tradition-- a rite of passage, if you will-- to drink one's face off on his or her 21st. But I don't think I'll be engaging in many Bacchanalian exploits tonight, now that I really think about it. I used to sneak off and drink with my buddies when I was in high school. The thrill of being 16 and drunk was more pronounced because... well, I was only 16. It's no longer fun now that it's legal. Tonight I'm just gonna have a quiet dinner with a couple good friends. Maybe a drink or two if I feel so inclined.
What did you do on your 21st?



