The Last Hurrah
Sunday is my last hurrah. I will be turning 25, the last good year. What I mean by this is this is the last year that something somewhat major happens. 16 you get your license, 18 you can vote, 21 you can drink. At 25 your car insurance drops and you can rent a car. After this, it's all down hill. From now on you get gag parties in which people give you gifts referencing how old you are. 30, 40, 50. It really isn't until you hit 90 that these birthdays stop. Then at this point you're just amazed you're still alive. So yeah, this Sunday I will be turning 25. I should be living it up and partying hard for my last good birthday, so I probably need to call up some old friends and get them to take me out, buy me drinks, and make it legendary. (I'm a realist so I'll go ahead and say this probably won't happen).
