So twenty one days, three weeks, 504 hours, 30,240 seconds…not like I’m counting or anything. My boyfriend has been 21 for a few months now, and whenever he goes out to the bars with friends I always envy him. I am one of those rare college students that has never owned a fake ID, and therefore has never been to a bar. I know people that are years younger than me that have been out to a bar, so I feel a little lame. But after witnessing my best friend spend hundreds of dollars on fakes, only to have each one taken away, I just never saw the point in wasting my money when I could just wait.
But, let me tell you, these next three weeks are going to be the slowest of my life.
Now I probably sound like some sort of alcoholic, with me ranting and raving about how I can’t wait to go out and get hammered. But I think everyone should be excited about turning 21, right? Well, that’s what I’m telling myself, anyway.
What did you do for your 21st birthday?
Holly, not Hollie
Side note: After publishing, I realized that this is my 21st post too. How ironic.