So, people, how is that a 24-year-old girl doesn’t enjoy the lavish scenes of the nightlife anymore? The “lavish” was sarcasm and I’m that 24-year-old girl, so I might have some theories. You know the first time I was ever breathalyzed was my junior year of high school, and I was as confident as ever. Why? Well because that was one of the only times I WASN’T drinking. Something told me to just play bartender and let all the other kids get wasted and, sure enough, the cops rolled in. ASSHOLES. Thanks for ruining the fun. One of the police officers asked “Who here DIDN’T drink?” and, oh lucky me, I was the only one who raised my hand. Stupid, but I wasn’t lying. I was the FIRST one they made stand up and blow into that stupid little pen-looking machine and guess who passed? ME 🙂 Well my friends, that’s about the only night I went out and wasn’t drunk out of my mind, but thankfully my good luck didn’t stop there.