A Twenty-One-Year Salute to...

A Twenty-One-Year Salute to Alexandra E. I. Pitsch

Come December 19^th, the most prolific yet youngest of all seven of my siblings is finally beginning the very "mature" years where drinking is actually legal and, in turn, life becomes a lot more interesting… and more expensive.

                 The two of us drinking... hot cider.

(Beware of run-on sentences)

When you’re 21 a typical college night can include a bit of pre-drinking, followed by a taxi to dinner, then more pre-drinking at a friends house, and then a stint at a bar or two… or more, ending with a late-night walk/taxi ride/sober friend driving to a fast food stop or place like Perkins, or more realistically it will continue and end with a post-party or gathering that includes more drinking.  If this were to take place on a Friday, you will most likely wake up Saturday morning and start drinking again, to either ease the pain of a possible hangover or to pre-drink for a football or volleyball game (preferably drinking Mimosas, Bullfrogs or Bloodies).  Let’s say there’s a football game, so you’ll probably drink at the tailgate and if you are Sneaky McSneaksalot then you’ll take a flask in with you to the game, or a maraschino cherry jar of cherry bombs.  You might possibly want to take a nap after the game, but if you want to make the most of your weekend you will probably go to a bar and have an early dinner along with some drinks, then go to a friends house to have a drink or two, so you don’t spend too much money at the bars, because it’s only 6pm and you know you’re going back to there in a few hours.  The next several steps are repeated from the night before, until you get to Sunday morning, my favorite part of the weekend.  This is a time when you go to a Denny’s/Perkins (even if you already went at 2am) and enjoy a hardy breakfast (go with the T-12) while sharing the ridiculous stories from the weekend with your friends (because more times than not you will get separated sometime during the night and everyone comes out of the night with their own stories).

And that is exactly what the following group of posts is all about.  I will share four stories about drinking covering four different aspects of the joy of drinking. These wont be your typical “We got sooo drunk last night and puked!” stories.  We’ve all heard those ineptities.

So, Happy Day of B, Xandra P! 

**There are plenty of negatives to drinking and lots of stupid things I’ve done; so this is not necessarily a pro-drinking blog, just some fun memories to share.