Turning 21

At least for those of us whom are pupils of United States there are a couple of ages that are a "big deal" to age into. Those are 13 when you become a teenager, 16 (in most states) when you can get your drivers lisense and or have a debutant party type thing, 18 when you are considered an adult, can vote in goverment, buy tobacco and adult rated materials, 21 when you can buy alchol and finally 24 when you can rent a car. There are other ones like 30 when your no longer young and the general regoin of late 40's and 50's when you have your mid life crisis, but those arnt to important.
On April tenth I turned 21 years of age, meaning in my Home country I can finally purchase alchol instead of making my own or befriending slightly older people then my self or going to a very relaxed store and not showing them I.D., which I swear I have never done those terrible things and I do not promote such activities.
At any rate I turned 21 and the really wonderful part is that since the age of 19 I have been at the University of Edinburgh in the Uk where the drinking age is 18 and that is where I am now.  So instead of having a huge out of control party, which I most likly wouldnt had done anyways. My friend and my self, which we shall the same day of birth had a party in my student apartment. Both of us being avid cooks we made food for the event, I a simple vegible platter, homemade hummus, peta bread, salsa and a carot cake and my friend intisipating far hungrier guests perhaps; made three pots of potato cream soup, two cakes, a very large dinner bread and pork hamburger patties.
On top of there being lots of food I had to be at the airport at about 4:30 am to get my flight into southern Germany for some travels before exams. With only one flatmate of mine in the flat I ended up giving him a great deal of food for him to eat of the week I was not to be there and sending much food back with my friend for his meals for the week.
My apartments kitchen was the main staging area for the party and in my room I had projected onto the wall using my flatmates projector SuperTrooper and then BeerFest for enterianment perposes. Though it is was Easter break with no classes or funictions happening at the Universty and most student on leave to their homes, the party had a farly good turnout and several of the guests stayed up with me through the night before I left to the airport.
One of my good friend brought her mother to the party whom was visting only for a few days from Singapore. When I opened the door my friend introduced me to her mother and then whipped out a liter of Jack Daniels Bourbon and gave it to me as a present from her and another good friend whose birthday and party it also was. So perhaps the very nice mother of my friend has the lovly inpression of me being an alcholic. Hopfuly not though my friend did say she thought I was lovely.
Lucky being a little tipsy I must admit, my flatmate drove me to the airport instead of me having to walk across the city in the dead of a cold night to a bus that would have taken about 45 minutes to get to the airport and cost around 3 pounds, I am for ever greatful to my flatmate.
More about my travels late.......