My age limits all of my options, but still doesn’t keep me from drinking (which I thought was the whole point of the drinking age law).

I am under 21 and look like I am 12. Maybe 16 when I wear makeup.

So my social life suffers. Some of my friends are of age or, at least, own a fake. I am forced to live vicariously through them, listening to them hash out the previous evening’s events, like how the evening brought out all the model gorgeous men to a club.

While I get to recap yet another house party kegger.

Just last weekend, a bunch of my friends and I were enjoying an open bar Halloween party. One person wanted to leave. Even though I was not ready to leave, I wanted to be sure I was escorted home.

I was dropped off and my friends left. I thought they were headed home as I watched bad TV waiting for my buzz to wear off. Later, I find out that they went to a club since there was an extra hour before closing time.

I felt foolish when I got upset about the news but my friends were able to continue to get their drink on while I was left in my house roommate-less.

This issue divides friends up when others want to enjoy the privileges of a card (real or fake) when some have to wait until they turn 21.

That event brings up the problem that I tend to have: my age limits all of my options, but still doesn’t keep me from drinking (which I thought was the whole point of the drinking age law). I have to drink at someone’s house or ask someone to buy me alcohol.

But I cannot have a glass of wine with dinner or enjoy happy hour after a long day at school. As a junior in college, I am mature enough to handle a de-stressing martini at a bar. I am not a freshman anymore. Big house parties that you cannot remember have lost their fun.

But I do believe my pristine image of the bars and clubs will be shattered when I finally am allowed inside of them. The smoked-filled room with the guy hunched over as I step on someone’s gum and look at the over-priced drinks — it will come to reality that there is little difference between bars and house parties.

I know that when I am 40 and am still being carded I will laugh remembering at age 20 I hated looking so young. But, as a youngster, I am impatient and want to go to the bars now, but all I can do is sit twiddling my thumbs counting down the days. I have 88 left.

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