Recently, Ivy (of Ivy Reads) asked me to do a guest post about my 21st birthday for her month-long 21st birthday extravaganza. Okay…yeah. Here’s the thing, my 21st birthday was seriously unremarkable.
I thought about just lying, because, hey, I’m a fiction writer, it’s what I do. But then I decided it would be better to be brutally honest. The problem is that my 21st birthday was so unforgettable, that even I don’t remember it! So my response was something like, “Can I just do a post about how I wish I’d celebrated my 21st birthday? Kind of a do-over post???”
And after putting myself back into my 21-year-old mind (a somewhat frightening place to go, actually), I came up with this:
My 21-Year-Old Do-Over
Okay, so my 21st birthday was lame. Super lame.
How do I remember? Well, that’s just it. I don’t. I’m sure I didn’t do anything…you know, other than popping a bowl of popcorn in my ginormous 1989 microwave and watching a VHS tape of Back to the Future while the clock struck midnight without so much as a Woot Woot!
So what would I have done differently, you ask? (Psst, pretend you just asked me.)
Just imagine it:
First, I’m totally decked out in my Madonna wear (head to toe). Okay, so yes, she’s recently changed up her look and now she’s all Blond Ambition, but I’m not buying into it just yet. I’m still the Like A Virgin Madonna with my bangles and headbands and leggings. And lace. Oh My God, lots and lots of lace!
I. Look. AWESOME!
My girls (this is before they were called peeps) and I hop into my sweet 1987 Nissan Pulsar, the white one with the plush maroon interior, and head out to the club. We blast a little Straight Up by Paula Abdul. (She’s no Madonna, but she is #1 on the charts, so she’ll do.)
The line at the club is long, but since we look so fly, the bouncer lets us right in. Posers and skanks are SO hatin’ on us, but we totally don’t care.
Inside, we beeline straight to the bar and order our first real drinks. (Okay, our first legal drinks.) I try a martini. Sure, it looks cool, but GRODY! I drink it anyway because I can’t afford to waste it. I only have ten bucks (I’m 21, what can I say?).
When we hear our song: Borderline, by who else? Madonna! We all squeal (cuz that’s what girls did…and still do!) and run to the dancefloor in a cluster. We look the part and dance the part. We ARE the part! For five short minutes, we are the closest to Madonna we will ever be.
By the end of the night, I’m sweaty, my feet hurt, my eyeliner is so smudged I look like a raccoon, and I’ve learned that my favorite drinks are Bartles & James wine coolers. (Okay, that last part I might have already known.)
Best 21st birthday do-over ever!!!
Man, even in my do-over I’m a dork…
So, what about you? What did you do for your 21st? (Or if you’re not 21 yet, what do you plan to do?)