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I turned 21 (edit: well, now it is slightly more) than five hours ago. About nine minutes after midnight, I met a friend at a bar, where I celebrated with a glass of Killian's and an Irish car bomb. I had hoped to do the midnight thing for weeks, so I am very happy that it worked out. While at Shamrock's, I took a call from another friend with whom I had made earlier unrelated plans to meet up with in the wee hours. He told me to pick us up any beer I wanted, and he would pay for it.
After bidding my first friend farewell, I bought a six-pack of Killian's. The cashier said, "See you this weekend," at which I laughed and referenced my determination to get an early start. He, his roommate, a friend of theirs, and I then went for a country dip, where due to the chance of suffering a barbaric drug test I had to refrain from partaking of the joint being smoked. Upon returning, my friend and I killed the six-pack. (The other two were offered drinks but refused.)
The others then left to find more cannabis, so I drove home. (Enough time had elapsed for me to pass any breathalyzer necessary, though none was.) I write this post with beer in hand, eagerly awaiting the rest of today. My parents are taking me out to dinner tonight. For the first time, I shall order a drink when my father does. Afterwards, my legal friends are taking me out and getting me trashed. I have blacked out twice in my life, and this may well be the third time.
Turning eighteen was no big deal. I could buy lotto tickets every blue moon and cigarettes for people other than myself. Nineteen was bittersweet, being the last year I was a teenager. Twenty was fairly depressing, as I was shorter of breath, and one year closer to death, yet gained no privileges. Twenty-one will probably be the last birthday I celebrate in the sense of rejoicing in the age itself.
Alcohol ain't my favorite hard drug, but it is one of the more enjoyable to ingest. When I started taking totally illegal drugs at nineteen, my mother claimed she and my father could be held liable until today. I think she was wrong; maybe she was right; now it is irrelevant. Today, I can do legally what I have been doing for three and a half years. Today, I can pay it forward. So if any underage jatraquero is in Lexington, [material deleted] and that you do the same for those who come after you. I open another beer, one that was illegal when it was purchased two days ago, and wish myself a happier birthday than it already is.
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Anything else going on in your life, Danzig? I'm less interested than you might imagine in the legal status of your drug use.
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Plus, I really doubt the Cards are going to be happy with you offerring to perform an illegal service on their site. You might want to edit that part out.
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Happy birthday HollowEarth and sarcasticmuppet. I promise not to die, and blacking out is not so much the goal as what I expect to happen anyway. I will be trying to remember everything.
Tom, I imagine you are only interested enough to comment. Just be happy for me. But since you asked, I got laid off from my previous job, and just started a new one in sales where I was the second highest seller last week. I am hoping to gain experience, new skills, and a decent amount of cash from this one.
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From one recently turned legal to another, happy birthday!
(And no, I don't remember everything either).
The weirdest part for me was ordering a glass of wine at dinner with my dad, so I know EXACTLY how you feel on that count.
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At 25, you'll get better car insurance rates. That's something to look forward. At least more so than blacking out.
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I probably horrified the store owner by asking him to recommend a white, though. Oh well, I will learn. So far, MacMurray Ranch Pinot Gris is very pleasant.
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You kid, but I would do it. I need the cash. Besides I hear those jobs are actually pretty fun for the workers.
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I did it for a while, Danzig (also needed cash). It was NOT fun and I felt like I was stealing money from people who couldn't afford to just give it away.
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Not something I have to worry about. (Edit: that was to afr.) My days of driving impaired were few in number and a couple years ago. I may be light, but five drinks over four and a half hours is not that much. Besides I can always crash at whoever's place I am staying or call a cab. Responsible drunkards do not risk other's lives or their pocketbooks.
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Drunk driving is not funny, cute, or amusing. Getting away with it is not clever.
If you must drink yourself into oblivion, please do so out of the public sphere and keep your impaired self out of deadly machines.
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Sorry, but I would have passed a test. As I said in my previous post, I have done it before (not proud of it) and I was not last night.
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