Happy birthday Emmett!

18 was the drinking age for me in NY. By the time I was 21 I was living outside Philly with DH#1 in an apartment sleeping on the floor and eating with a cardboard box for a table. I remember clearly thinking that adulthood was not at all impressive. Of course we did have several hundred albums and lots of high end stereo equipment from working in radio. But no furniture.

Ugh, I was at uni for my 19th. Where people kept buying me random drinks all night. I was, at one point, literally sitting under the table at our school bar.

I think the drinking age was 18 when I came of age but I've never been much of a drinker or a socialiser

Random: fun Studio Gibli children's clothing .

I'm so sorry Epic

And -t, gah! Sounds like too much work stress, although I'm glad that there's a will-work-for-now option. Commute is not a small thing, but nicer location may work out.

Oh and I said it on FB but happy birthday, Emmett!

My memory of my 21st is of going to A bar and getting A nice cocktail, and feeling very grow up, then deciding I maybe didn't want to get drunk and it was starting to get late anyway. I dunno, maybe there were 2 nice cocktails? That sounds more likely, doesn't it? Anyway I was really crap at sowing my wild oats.

On my 21st, my boyfriend and some friends took me to the scuzzy cowboy bar the locals preferred in my college town, where I had a beer and watched people get drunk to country music and one guy grabbed another's hand and slurred "Haven't seen you in forever, buddy, I'm gonna throw up on your boots." Thankfully, he didn't. Then we went to what passed for the fancy bar at the Holiday Inn, where my boyfriend bought an extremely overpriced small bottle of champagne.

I was home in DE for my 21st and my first legal drink was at a Bennigan's. I was mad because they didn't card me!

I went to a concert (Love&Rockets maybe?) in a venue that didn't serve alcohol on my 21st and was with an underage friend so a bar after the show wasn't an option. I hadn't discovered any drinks that I actually liked by that point in my life so it wasn't a big deal.

I was at an internship in Flagstaff, after a semester in Prague where I could drink legally. I honestly don't remember if I did anything. Probably bought some booze because I could again, but that was a weird, weird summer. I think it was cultureshock after being abroad.

Tonight is goodnight to the bleached out summer hair mess. Was freaking blond at the ends, even after a haircut. I hadn't dyed since early spring.

I mean, I remember fleeing Smiths' grocery once because the bread aisle overwhelmed me. I was phonetically sounding out signs, not able to recognize them. The S-P-A place confounded me for 3 weeks. My brain was working in a different place.