happy 21st Brother

My "little" brother 21 this past week. He rang it in with many gifts of beer. Lots and lots of beer. He also made me feel old. My 21st feels like ages ago (note it was only about six years ago only but still...) His girlfriend made the comment "I can't believe this is the year we turn 21!" when we went out for happy hour (she, of course, had to get a virgin daiquiri- her 21st will be in November). On top of the fact that, how old am I that I am hanging out with people who don't recognize "Seven" by Prince. Rachael (the girlfriend) had never even heard it before! How is that possible? Are they that young? Or am I that old?

Now this isn't a pick on Brent and Rachael post, I love them both, especially since they were successfully able to get my mother drunk while hanging out last night. I also got my first drunk dial from Rachael (oops, did I mention someone 5 months short of 21 had a drink? oops.) My mother, in her typical fashion, claimed she has a "high tolerance" and felt nothing (meaning, as Brent's roommate well put it, she was so drunk she didn't know she was drunk. That's my mom for you.)

Anyway, Happy Birthday, Brother. Hope it was memorable.

Oh, and I hope everyone enjoyed reading about my CRAZY andm as Jillian well put it, SCARY family.