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So I turned 21 today. My roommate and a few friends are taking me out to the bars and we're gonna party (tradition...) Was kinda curious, what did you all do, or what do you plan to do, when you turn(ed) 21?
Hmm, looking at the calendar, I was married, with a daughter, living in Germany as a member of the US Army. I probably spent my birthday working, then going home to bed so I could get up the next day and do it all over again.
But that does not mean "get drunk!" Even if your friends good-naturedly encourage you to do so, stop short when you feel that first nice "buzz." "The third beer drinks the fourth one, and so on," so just don't let it do that.
Make sure that you have established a way to get home. Yes, the "D D" stuff.
You can have a whale of a good time .. you deserve one! .. and self control will make it much more fun.
I was in college when I turned 21, and attended Purdue University. My friends took me out to some of the local bars, and the tradition at the time was after you were suitably, umm, oblivious, that they'd tackle you, haul you down the hill to the banks of the Wabash River, and heave you in. Of course, I figured my friends were cooler than that and wouldn't do that to me, and after a sufficient number of beverages with no signs of any menacing behavior from any of them, I let my guard down and figured I could coast through the night in a buzzed (but dry) state.
Big mistake. By whatever time it was that we left, all seemed cool, and when I got back home, some of the other guys in the house were hanging out, my GF at the time brought over a few more beverages, and I was feeling like a king. I was having a great time and not really paying attention, and I'm not really sure what happened next, but suddenly I found myself pinned down and then getting picked up as someone else opened the front door, and I knew my fate. Suffice to say that being thrown in a river in the dead of winter is pretty much of a buzz-kill. My girlfriend trailed this sorry crew, carrying a big beach towel, and I knew then that the little minx was in on it as well. She had a lively sense of humor and this was right up her alley, but geez, talk about getting set up.
Overall, it was quite the memorable birthday, and she won big points in my book for bringing that towel. I'm not sure I'd want to repeat this kind of experience on any future birthdays, but #21 and #30 were the two most memorable birthdays I've ever had.