In two hours, I will officially turn 21. My friends are taking me to TGI Friday’s to celebrate*. I’m so extremely suburban.
It’s so strange that right now, I’m too biologically and mentally immature to enjoy a frozen margarita and knock back a few shots with my sorority sisters. But, in a just a few minutes (compared to the last 21 years), I’ll apparently go through an amazing metamorphosis. This extreme evolution will prepare me for socially acceptable and legal drinking. Obviously this is ridiculous.
When you really think about it, the whole “not drinking until midnight on your 21st birthday” thing kind of sounds silly. Is there any actual difference for anyone between 11:59pm and 12:00am? Of course not. It just puts way too much pressure on a single minute of your life.
I’ve always thought the excessively high drinking age was silly. But it’s really clear when you’re two hours from being “legal.” I’m literally sitting in my living room just waiting until I can go where the people are. I don’t know, maybe everyone has noticed this exact quirk and I’m late to the party.
Has anyone else experienced this feeling? Let me know in the comments!
*(For anyone that was concerned, this writer’s first legal drink was a fancy lemonade with açaí and Crown Royal)
Ariana Romero is a student at Syracuse University. That would probably explain why she once had a load of laundry filled solely with orange tee shirts. Follow her on Twitter @ArianaRomero17 where she mostly talks about
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