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).
That’s really encouraging shep, thank you!! :P
Happy Birthday in advance by the way
you just stop!
i’m turning 26, and it’s going to be the best birthday ever! all my friends, a pirate ninja robot theme, swimming and a pinata.
birthdays are what you make them. make them awesome, and they will be.
(and i’m still depressed we’re not in the same state, so that we can party like it’s 1999 on your birthday. you know how old we were then? 17.)
You forget, with every birthday, there’s a greater percentage of the population that you can refer to as “young punks”. More people you can tell about how much harder it was back then. More people you can look down on because they don’t know what real music is.
By the way, stay the hell off my lawn you young punk.
Wait, my insurance goes down at 25? Sweet! Happy birthday, buddy. I went out and partied it up earlier this weekend, so today is likely to more mundane. I hope yours is anything but.
Still… Lower car insurance?
~Mike