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Turning 21 wasn't that big of a deal for me. In 1986, my freshman year of college, the legal age in New Orleans was still 18, so I was legal from day one. They changed it when I was 20, but by that time I'd been buying liquor so long in the stores around the campus, no one asked for ID. Back home in Memphis, there was no such thing as underage either. One quickly learned the liquor stores that asked no questions.
I attended a Catholic college and though drinking on campus was a no-no, you had to do something really stupid like toasting a nun to get in trouble. My friends and I quickly developed a reputation for being big drinkers. Yeah, we could put it away, but the real reason for the rep was because instead of binge drinking on the weekends like everyone else in the dorm, we'd have a beer or two on a Tuesday afternoon or an after-dinner cocktail on a Thursday evening. Though we were rarely seen stumbling around plastered, many thought that's what happened whenever we took a sip.
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Talion_
on February 18, 2009 at 3:23 PM
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Shows how much you love and care for your son. Wonderful post, my friend!
posted by
hardilaziz
on February 17, 2009 at 7:51 PM
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