They are very very wrong.
I witnessed an American rite of passage last night. And it was, by far, the silliest thing I have ever seen. Let's see if you can guess what the rite was. It began at midnight, it usually only happens to males, and it ended about one hour and nine minutes later with sickness.
It was Brownie's 21st birthday.
The debate crowd came over, along with the people that still hang out from the dorm our freshman year, and we went to a slimy bar down the street - Scruffy's, for you Baylorites. Before Brownie even got to the table, there was a shot of Goldschlager and Captian Morgan on the table. Within 10 minutes nearly each person there had bought him a drink and he was at 8 or 9 shots. Total, he had 18 shots, a Long Island Iced Tea, A Gin & Tonic, and an Irish Car Bomb. I'm really quite surprised that he's still alive.
He got home and proceeded to burst various blood vessels in his face because of "strenuous diaphramic activity" for the evening.
I saw him this morning, and I have seen terminally ill patients that looked more healthy.
So. Why? I mean, I understand the desire to have a drink on your first legal day, but the content of nearly 22-24 shots of alcohol in an hour? That's not fun, that's in the realm of the Darwin awards. But it happens every day to a collegiate male on his 21st birthday.
If that's my American rite of passage, I'll stay a youngin' thanks.
So Sing re-opens tonight. And the practice auditorium is closed, so we have to go to the stage cold. At least we're not judged on Thursdays.
I still don't know what I'm going to do about our partnership with the other group. *sigh* Better figure it out soon though.
Off to study and enter data!