As of today, I am officially granted the authority to purchase and consume alcohol. What changed since yesterday? Nothing, other than I turned another year older and that arbitrary year somehow makes you responsible enough to handle alcohol. So I went to the DMV, payed my $10, and got my picture taken for my shiny new 21+ license. I thought I would have to wait in line for awhile, but I was in and out in under 10 minutes. The only thing I had to wait for was the printing of my new card.

I ran around the rest of the day trying to get things in order for a party with a few people of quality, but the most important person of quality (read: my boyfriend) became terribly sick. So I brought over to him some chicken soup and ginger tea, but I could see he was in no shape to be at a party. So I canceled the celebration and took care of The Boy instead. He kept apologizing for being sick on my birthday, and I guess I didn’t have to cancel everything. However, there was no way I would be able to have a good time while The Boy was feeling so miserable. I too was feeling a bit run down, but I think it was mostly due to lack of sleep and feeling stressed about having everything ready in time for the party. After a nap and some Vicks, The Boy was feeling a little better and so I drove him over to my place across town along with the birthday cake he labored over the night before. He sang “Happy Birthday”, I blew out the candles and that’s the story of my 21st birthday.

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