I have been thinking about the saying “New year, new me” since the clock struck 12 a.m., and I have come to the conclusion that 2017 is not going to be a Cinderella story.
Why you may ask?
It’s because this year my beautiful carriage is not going to turn back into a pumpkin, and I’m not going to lose my beautiful shoe. Instead, I’m going to be living in the endless bliss of twenty-fun. One thing I love about this brand new year is that my ID that I once thought was useless besides the five times that a police officer has pulled me over is that now it is the key to getting in and the magical weapon that I can flash and make my alcoholic beverage appear. Since I’m a newbie to the 21 and over club, I’ve learned a few things that I’m more that happy to share with my favorite Tigers.
For starters, do not go downtown sober because you’re going to spend so much money on alcohol that you could have bought at WalMart for five times less. I think I may have spent more than $20 on three Michelob Ultra’s when I could have bought 24 of them for the same price. Oh well.
Another thing is that when you’re downtown drinking, you never know who you’re going to bump in to. Downtown is where the nice nasty begins and never ends. If you haven’t noticed, when most people are drunk, they start to get a little friendlier. It may be a good thing for the girl who desperately wants to talk to the guy across the bar or for the guy who doesn’t have enough courage on his own to make a move.
I’ve also come to the realization that some of the bars that everyone says are so great are actually nothing more than the social watering hole filled with expensive drinks that will prey on your debit card. You will enough so much that you’ll become too poor to even buy a sweet tea and a hamburger off the McDonald’s dollar menu. The best bars are the ones that no one ever thinks about going like Backstreet’s. The main street bars like Study Hall are really overrated because their drinks are just frozen juice that you’ll pay ten or more dollars for.
Finally, 21 is only fun when you can go out and make memories that you won’t really remember with friends you won’t ever forget. Who knows, may be I’ll see you downtown at the bar and you can compliment me on my horoscopes. Maybe I’ll say you have nice shoes or that I love your hair — the typical drunk girl compliments. However, one thing is for sure: this is the year of the tiger and the year of twenty-fun.