You are probably expecting this to be a post about a typical 20-year-old getting completely wasted on her 21st birthday. But…it isn’t! Why? Because I didn’t get drunk.
I didn’t even drink. At. All.
I was going to, of course. J had gotten a few bottles to bring to my parents house upstate, but naturally, he forgot them at his house. We could’ve gone to the liquor store that’s not just 20 minutes from the house but laziness got the best of us.
We drove to the house upstate late on Friday night, and spent the day exploring Albany (got one thing done from our bucket list, yay!) By the time we drove back to the house, we were exhausted and just didn’t feel like driving anymore, so I decided I didn’t need alcohol. Not like I haven’t had a drink before, anyway. We spent Saturday night roasting sausages and marshmallows over a campfire in the back with my sister, and it was awesome. Sunday night, the day of my birthday, my family had dinner with J’s family. Seeing both families together always makes me feel gushy and extremely grateful that they get along so well! (whew, what a relief!)
I’ve been looking forward to being 21 for as long as I could remember. It just seemed like the age when I’d finally be free, or something. I thought I’d be out with my girls, celebrating. I never thought I’d be in a serious relationship on my 21st birthday, so that kind of changed my idea of things. And two of my best friends are living in other states now, so that didn’t help either.
But while the plans my 16-year-old self thought of for my 21st birthday did not happen, I still had a wonderful day. It was simple and relaxing, and fortunately, I remember it all! Bonus, I didn’t have to take off from work today to nurse a hangover. I’d say that alone makes it a good thing.