I started celebrating my 21st birthday when I was probably 16 years old. Finally, the US government joined in on the excitement May 7, 2012. Surely, the Mayans were aware 2012 was the year my friends and I blew out 21 candles and dubbed it the end of the world.
In which case, the celebrations have only begun.
In true fashion, I might have already misplaced my ID already.
Not to worry, little can stop me.