21 was a strange time for me. See, I grew up in the sticks, and had been less than legally enjoying the occasional drink since I was 15. Thusly, my 21st was more or less just another year for me.
Didn’t really have to sneak anything where I’m from.
If a cop caught you, he’d just tell you to go drink at home and drive off. Hell, you’d probably see the dang cops hanging out at the bonfires with the rest of us. Dang sheriff had his own moonshine still.
On my 21st birthday we took the horses for a spin, then my friends took me to a local bar where they got drunk and I was the designated driver . It’s still something we laugh about 10 plus years later.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, …”
When I turned 21 my parents threw me into an arena, I had to fight with 21 different 21’s y/o dudes to past the ritual of adulthood, if were not the last man standing you were demoted to 20 y/o. Some participants looked oddly old.
I was in the same boat. In fact when I hit 21 I stopped drinking because I was afraid I had a problem. 4 years later I decided I was good and went back to my dear old friends.
Happy Birthday! Drinking booze and beer can be done at any age so that’s not that important but going to a pub can be a lot of fun.
I miss my pub. I moved away. Just went there for the people as I don’t really like the taste of alcohol or how it turns me into a very small, angry little man who thinks he can fight the world.
Whiskey does that to me. Firewater. I stay away from that. Vodka is nice but it turns me devil red, which is weird.
I just drink tonic water these days.
Only thing i really remember about my 21st birthday was going to a club, drinking way too much, deciding to do a flaming shot, and setting my shirt on fire. Good times!!!