My 21st birthday in a nutshell.

I kid.

Sort of.

Basically, I was a stereotype and got super, duper drunk. I imbibed more alcohol in 48 hours than I have in the last six months. Good times. My friends are awesome, terrible people who treated me to a pretty fantastic night (from what I recall). Three nights, actually.  

And now I have zero desire to ever drink like that again. Or drink alcohol at all for the next six months. The mere thought of a beer makes me feel sick. I have yet to buy myself a drink of any sort and have no plans to. Everyone thinks I’m weird. I think I’m smart.