My entire friend group is finally 21. No one wants to be left out, and if your friends are true, they won’t want to leave you out either. Once you’re all of age, life is so much easier. Here are just a few reasons you should relish/look forward to all of your friends joining in legality.
Age-Envy is Finally Relinquished
Now that we’re all 21, we have officially stopped whining about the dates out birthdays fall on. There will be no more blaming our parents for not having us sooner. We can stop looking up to the sky and asking out of agony why others were blessed with earlier birthdays. We’re all 21, and we’re most definitely all having fun!
Never Worrying about Being the Obligated Designated Driver
Walking to the bar in the winter is brutal. No one wants to walk through the blistering cold and snow. The under-aged friend is always the target in this situation. If you can’t get into the bar, you’re clearly the one to transport those who can. Although this may be true, it doesn’t change the fact that the non-21 year old is bound to get annoyed. So now those days are over and you can all brace the weather together!
You All Love Getting Carded
Whether you’re at a restaurant, entrance to a bar or in an interaction with a bartender, you all whip your IDs out in unison. The question you all used to loathe has now become an exciting opportunity to prove your legality. Your ears perk up when you hear, “can I see your ID?”
The “Pizza Hut” Exception is an Issue of the Past
As a resident of New York, I grew up watching the adults of my family order beer or wine with their meals at restaurants. There is a law enforced by the Pennsylvania Liquor Control Board which denies alcohol to customers if not all present at the table are 21 or older. It is titled the “Pizza Hut” exception and it could be quite the let-down. Apparently, the eldest person at the table must be over the age of 25 to act as a legal guardian. I know the law and somehow I still forget that it exists every time I’m sitting in a restaurant. The waiter/waitress has to ask the lesser party – whether it be those ordering alcoholic drinks or those under-aged – to move to a separate table. So my point is, my friends and I will never again have to worry about being threatened to be sent to the lonely island of age-misfortune (separate table).
Lastly, no mo’ FOMO
So many of us suffer from FOMO: the fear of missing out. As a sophomore, I was completely jealous of my 22-year-old friend for being able to go out any time she pleased. The bar scene looked awesome and I wanted in. Well now we’re all in. Legality never looked so good!