Turning 21 means you can legally do all of the things you’ve been doing since you were 16.
If you’re anything like me, you’ve had your 21st planned out for years. As soon as I arrived at college I pulled up my calendar, mapped out the days, and began the countdown.
This is how I thought it would go:
The day before my birthday, (if it was a weekday) I would have my last illegal drinks with my housemates, in sweatpants, and wait for the clock to hit 12:00 A.M.
The actual day of my birthday I would go out to dinner, order my first legit drink, and probably hit up a local bar afterwards with my friends.
If my birthday fell on the weekend, my friends and I would get together for a huge pregame, and begin to countdown. Then at 12:00 A.M. we would hit up the bar, hopefully get a ton of free shots, and then go back home to await the beloved Uber Eats driver.
The next day, considering we were alive, we would go out to brunch for bottomless mimosas.
How it really went...
My 21st birthday was on a Sunday, which meant I would be having a huge pregame on Saturday night. And then head to the bars after.
I was ready for this night. My silver sequin romper was already ordered. And then shit hit the fan. On March 23 Connecticut was put on pause due to COVID-19. And the worst part was… my birthday is April 5th.
A memorable night, that I probably wouldn't remember, turned into playing beer pong in my living room with my parents, sister and her boyfriend. Something that I never thought I would be doing the night of my 21st birthday.