My sister has turned 21. This happened weeks ago, but we’re partying anyway, even if that means we are partying late.

I’m taking her out to get a beer at a local restaurant and brewery that is about three minutes from my apartment, and just about ten minutes from her trailer park. She is old enough to drink beer now. This is all very exciting and new because she has never had an alcoholic beverage before very recently, definitely not, no ma’am.

Dinner’s on me, anyhow.

We’re getting cali wings dressed in country sweet sauce and fries with gravey and cheese and bacon all over everything. And probably macaroni and cheese, or perhaps potato pancakes. I’m really, really psyched about the cali wings. With blue cheese dressing. This is gonna be so good.

Earlier today I baked the oatmeal chocolate cake recipe which has been in the family for many generations. I may or may not have smuggled over some cake in a Tupperware container and – at the suggestion of Steve Rogers – I also brought a lighter and a birthday candle.

She ought to be here in about five minutes. We’re going to have a good time.