It's about damn time...
Well after 21 years of waiting, I am finally old enough to go to the bar. My 21st birthday was on Thursday. I am loving this. Last night I went to Northside with a few friends, and ended up meeting a gazillion more people that I knew. I had so much to drink, and I didn't pay for but one beer and one shot. It was pretty cool being able to hang out with Liz and Melissa finally. We've talked about going to the bars together for a long time now. It's well worth it. I got a bit perturbed last night too. I stopped drinking at 12:30. At 3 when I was going to leave, Jen got mad at me. I was totally sober, and I wanted to drive home. I am an adult, and a responsible one at that, and I know my limits. It just bugged me that she wouldn't leave the subject alone. Oh, and if anyone can help me out here, leave a comment reassuring her that I am a good guy who won't cheat on her, and that the bar is not just slutty girls looking for ass. I think she believes that is what bar life is like, but it's not at all. Going to the bar is fun, because I can play darts or shoot some pool and have drinks with some good friends. It's the same as going to a bowling alley or some other public place. Just people having a good time. Well, I don't know what else I can say. Have a good day and drink responsibly.