Well, it's official. I can go into any grocery store and buy alcohol. That's right, I just turned 21. Don't worry though, I've never been into the whole "drinking social scene". Instead of the usual 21st birthday party--which involves 3-4 bars/clubs, a plethora of liquors (when mixed creates an undesirable effect), and undoubtedly a wretched tete-a-tete with the toilet the next morning--I opted for the more subdued route.
I invited ten of my very close friends and held the gathering at Maggie's rooftop/living room. Originally just for the roof, but a nasty thunder storm came upon us. Imagine ten people pigging out on delicious Italian appetizers (made by yours truly), brownies (courtesy of Amelia Munro and Maggie Ronan), and an Edible Arrangements basket (many thanks to the parents!!). That's what I call a party.
I won't attempt to deny the presence of a lot of wine.
Some of which are chillin' in my fridge. <-- satire.
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