Twenty-One

Do you remember how stupid everything was before turning 21?
Would you do it all over again?
Do you remember drinking so much and feeling fine the next morning?
I bet you remember the first time you realized you weren’t 21 anymore.
How about the fond memory of that massive headache the next morning.
Maybe it was the urge to take two aspirin before going to bed to make sure you don’t wake up with that crazy headache?
Do you remember not caring if you mixed all the drinks in the world?
Remember when you would chug your beer right after your shot of tequila? (please tell me how you did that, it’s on my bucket list to make it happen by the end of the year)
What about the memories of the drinks you took in without gaining that beer belly?
I remember those times.
I don’t remember those times that well.
I don’t regret it because I’ve had my drunk moments, and I’m probably above average on good stories I can share.
I think I’ve always looked forward to turning 25.
I thought it was the most refreshing age in the world.
One above Kobe.
The fact that you were able to rent a car.
Getting the chance to have your insurance lowered. ( I didn’t see a crazy difference)
The more we stay stuck in this quarantine, the more I start thinking about how I want to go out and have a night just like that.
I want to rent a hotel on the strip, invite a bunch of friends, and just get fucked up without worrying about the next day.
Whoever spends the night is welcome, and whoever is down to go to the poolside the next morning was even more appreciated.
No need for a birthday, no need for a purpose; the only reason needed would just be because we want to feel 21 again.
Being in Vegas, you deserve that more than once.