I turned 21 today. So, what was the grand 21 like? After Autumn Moon, I went to Austin and partied it up on 6th Street, went out clubbing and bar hopping, and somewhere along the way I passed out on the street. I gained consciousness again in a pool of vomit.
Actually, no I didn't.
I enjoyed it in peace. I woke up at 11, ate at Cheddar's, and drank a strawberry margarita. It tasted like a slushie and sugar water.
Sweet + cold + low trace of alcohol takes the cake in my book.
So I came back, Jason left, and I studied.
The most amusing part of the day was that Jason bought the margarita for me and used his ID instead. Looks like I have yet to lose my carded-for-alcohol virginity.
Oh, and I got french fries as my birthday present from my brother. I laughed and ate away pleasantly with oodles of ketchup.
Moral of the story: 21 is overrated. Intoxication does not equal a great 21st.