St. Patty's Day

It's official: One year and Three months until I turn 21. I'm not a humongo fan of alcohol, but I am a fan of rights, and justifiably so. I hate being told I am irresponsible. Of course, when I am 21 and I look back at 19-year-olds, odds are good that I might feel differently. However, right now I would love to be able to be at the bar with my fiance and my coworkers. I am actually the youngest on staff, and it is far from fun.

My RA partner turned 21 this week, so it's important that my fiance and I are the ones to introduce him to alcohol. Someone he trusts, someone he can have good conversations with, for a positive first experience. I know he debates himself about drinking, and I think that a safe environment is just what he needs. Someone to watch your back, y'know? I know with 100% certainty that I never would have drank in college if I didn't have trustworthy friends to take care of me.

Maybe that's one of those fears of sexual abuse coming to the surface, but really, if I am impaired I want a chaperon. Hah. I did get to go to an Irish grub n' pub for dinner, which was nice. Now I'm stuck on the intarweb until the crew decides they've had enough.

I just hope they take care of my friend, I really do. I know Dan will but I am afraid about the other people who are probably at the bar.

Gah, what I wouldn't give to enjoy some night life. Even if it's just playing pool - is that so much to ask? Grah. Instead I'm stuck in an apartment with a grumbly tum. It's all good though, one of my tests is now due on Wednesday instead of Monday, so I am going to soak up the glory with that. YAY more time and extended deadlines!