So, um hey yeah, thats what that tastes like.
A whole year ago, I started to write about what it was like to be twenty. This year, after realizing my year of procrastination is something of a new record, I’ve decided to write. Today, I turned 21, which somehow makes me more responsible and mature enough to drink. To celebrate, I went out for two drinks; I had a Margarita (I’ve previously bashed on Tequila, but apparently I’ve been drinking the wrong kind) and a glass of wine with dinner. It was very adult. I also went out twice to purchase my own quantities of this elusive liquid, was carded both times, and wished a very happy birthday both times.
So now I’m just waiting for the click. Nothing is exactly as it seems, nor is it otherwise. Nothing has really changed, I’m just happier.