Denial.
“Um, what day is it? THURSDAY! ARE YOU KIDDING!? Oh my god, it’s today I’ve been afraid of this. Are we really sure her birthday is today? Maybe I should check her driver’s license, ya know, just to, like, double check. She’s always forgetting things... no, that’s too obvious. I’ll just call her mom, so much easier. No, that’s crazy. Ok, I did it anyways."
Anger.
“HOW DARE SHE LEAVE ME FOR THE BARS? What kind of friend is she, to not wait for my turn too? I would totally wait for her! (No, you wouldn’t). Can she even take all 21 shots, IS SHE EVEN PREPARED FOR THAT!? Who even is 21, anyways? Wait, gross, Becky is 21. BECKY IS 21! Oh my god, how is Becky 21? Becky seriously looks 13. Plus, Becky isn’t even half as fun as I am, so HA.”
Bargaining.
“What if I convince her and everyone else that today isn’t her birthday? I feel like I could do that. February just decided to only have 28 days; obviously you can just knock off a day from the calendar. God, are you there? What if I promise to always take off my makeup after I go out or I promise to be nicer about Becky? Then, can you rewind time and just not let her turn 21 today, PLEASE?"
Depression.
*crying emoji* “Think of all the memories she is going to make without me. Her first legal drink, her first karaoke-gone-wrong performance, the first time she gets to show a cop her real ID. *Sigh* I’m going to miss it all. Pretty soon, she will be having soo much fun at the bars that she won't want to go out with me because I'm boring and 20. This is the WORST day, ever. More wine, please."
Acceptance.
“Ya know what? It’s going to be ok, everything’s going to be ok. It’s just a normal day. Honestly, I am so impressed that she has made it this far by the shenanigans that she has put herself through, so her 21 years of "dedication" to life in general needs to be celebrated. And I know every second of her night will be documented by the unfortunate souls that had to go out with her. It’ll be better this way.”
