After the fanciest dinner of my life, Blue Moon, french fries, two wobbly bike rides, real adult cocktails, a surprise Michael Jackson serenade, berry pancakes with a candle on top, homemade miniature cupcakes and icing in pastels, a thoughtful card that nearly made me cry, Jim Beam nips, apple lip gloss in a plastic apple, new x-acto knives and a lighter, the prettiest bowl, and casiotone/camera obscura, I am 22 years old.