Hi kids.

This is my last entry as a twenty year old.

If you know where I work (job #1), you'll know where to find me at midnight tonight.

Goodbye, underage delinquency. We've had some good times. Remember freshman year? Yeah, me neither. Remember this summer? Only through partially sober blog entries.

I'm going to miss the thrill of drinking underage. I'm going to miss waiting in the car as a roommate runs into The Shanty, smoking my cigarette and grinning snarkily. I'm going to miss chugging beers before going to shows. I'm going to miss looking over my shoulder, wondering if the bouncer was going to notice how exhilarated I looked (and how shoddily I was covering the giant Xs on my hands). It was a rush, it was a thrill, and I lived it well.

But now I'll be able to split a pitcher with Rob at the bowling alley and go have a glass of wine with Kristen during jazz and sample the beers at my new job and be legally drunk in public. It's going to be weird, but in a good way.

Also, Mr. Chaperone (if you still hold that title), now that I'm 21, I'd like to learn how to talk to Al Sparhawk, as promised.... because I made some sort of gutteral noise as he passed by me on Wednesday.


I have one song for you tonight, and not because it's a song with the word "drinking" in it and not because it's melancholy, but because of how goddamn drunk he sounds singing it. I can't promise I won't sound like this come 2am.

Tom Waits - The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me) (Small Change)


See you on the other side.