I have the worst headache. I’m recovering from one of my first weekends of being 21, and that’s especially important for me because I just had my first drink. You read that right: I — hand to God — didn’t have an alcoholic beverage until my 21st birthday. After 20 years of waiting, and probably several cumulative hours explaining myself to people, I had my first beer at midnight on my birthday with my dad at Dana’s almost two weeks ago. I accomplished the seemingly impossible: I waited to drink any alcohol until I was 21 years old, surviving two … Continue reading Learning to be “drunken always”