Bad Uncle...

My niece turned 21 today.

Took a ride to help celebrate, gathered with extended family.


I was the "Bad Uncle."  My gift to her, was some wine.  Although, the lottery tickets, a close second!  Naughty G-Parents!

It went over better than I expected.  Probably much better than my original, albeit devious, idea.  I shall reserve it for future use.  There are a few more, younger family members... and by then, a few more older ones too... (not sure if a hehehe or a mwah haha is appropriate!)

According to her parents, her first "legal" drink occurred at a later family dinner.  A strawberry daiquiri.  I was imagining some salt, lime, and tequila...  as a willing victim of aforementioned... to this day, I still proclaim that it is the best deterrent to future consumption!

Turning 21, is an artificial milestone.  It is an age that society determines that one is old enough to be able to make a personal choice.  There are others as well... 15 1/2 for a learner's permit for driving, 16 to get a job, 18 to become a pseudo-adult, 21 to be able to drink alcohol and gamble...

After presents, cake & ice cream, the gathering eventually broke apart.  I wonder if my niece understands how lucky she is?  Her Great-Grandmother, Bo-Nana, a centenarian, attended this get-together!  I know my youngest niece did, her younger sister... held Bo-Nana's hand and helped walk her out.  There's an untold story there... only her's to tell.


The "Bad Uncle," rode home.