So I made it. Tomorrow marks the big 21 for me, and barring an ugly Monday afternoon incident, I will have avoided any legal reparations for my underage drinking.
Now that's not to say I haven't had close calls. There was that leap of faith from a third floor balcony. And apparently you shouldn't drink beer on the bus. And let's not forget getting tossed from a football game and convincing the officer that I took a lot of Nyquil for a cold.
I haven't had great luck with fake ID's either. One was confiscated after a routine traffic stop turned into a completely unnecessary strip search. The officer didn't seem to believe that I had just stumbled upon the ID and was trying to return it to its rightful owner. Another fake ID was exposed when I incorrectly guessed my high school graduation year as 1995 (what, I don't look 30?).
But all's well that ends well, and tomorrow night will be a gleeful celebration. There will be slurred obscenities, bad decisions, and (I expect) lots of loyal readers to buy me drinks. Oh yeah, it's my best friend/roommate's 21st birthday, too. But he's an asshole, so don't buy him anything.
And the fun only continues in this week of holidays. Yeah, I'm pumped for St. Patty's Day, but it's March 14 I'm really looking forward to â_ Facebook it.
