The gravity of twenty one

I turned 21 today.


It's like I crossed some mythical boundary, some sort of a legitimizing act because now according to US laws, I can legally drink. Completely arbitrary, you know. European countries have much lower drinking ages. I don't really care much for the drinking part, but I guess it's a little bit flattering to think that in the eyes of the law I am mature enough to go out and thoroughly wasted.

Now on to 25, where I will finally be able to rent a car without having to put my limbs on mortgage.

If you will excuse me now, I need to take a bath in a tub of beer....