HOLY FUCKING SHIT I'M 21!
I actually got to celebrate on Wednesday by going out to Kobe Steak House, a Hibachi Grill with some of my best peeps, and it was a great time. I haven't laughed that hard in a good long while. Or really had an excuse to get cute for a good while. The food was over-priced, and honestly kinda plain, but it's cool beans, it was a cool show.
My first public legal drink was a Hurricane, which wasn't exactly what I ordered... or what I ordered at all... and had WAY too much rum in it. SO I'm just not gonna count that.
I'm like the last of a dying race amongst my friends. Most of them are already 21 or will be soon. It makes me kinda sad to think that we're all getting older. But at the same time, it's kind of cool to look back on my younger self. But at the same time I'm getting hit with the constant reminder that I'm getting old. I graduate college soon, and will be even more on my own than I am now, with needing to find my own apartment and get a car and all that.
It's a scary thought.
BUT. I no longer have to hide my booze in my apartment (I live on campus). And that's really what's important here. And now I can officially gamble, booze it up, and go to strip clubs. Preferably all in one night (... or at the same time because that'd be awesome)