This is part of a memoir series on my friendship with Renee who I met in college and focuses mainly on our escapades during our late teens and early twenties.
Having just turned 50, I’ve been thinking back on other monumental ages. I turned 21 in college. I had a room in the Spanish House at Brown University. My friend Renee somehow got a key to my room, snuck into my room in the middle of the night, and poured a bottle of ice-cold champagne over me in my bed. It was a horrific experience and I was hopping mad but now I look back and can only laugh! My whimsical, silly friend was actually trying to do something special. Being startled awake, scared, being covered in a cold sticky liquid in October in Rhode Island wasn’t ideal. But the love of a friend, no matter how backwards is priceless. Right? 🙂
What did you do (or have done to you) to celebrate your 21st birthday?
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