This is actually semi-old news. I turned eighteen on Monday, July 13, ringing in my newfound freedom in true style with an Elizabeth O'Brien Berg bathing suit and a day at the shore (that's the Jersey Shore to you).
I know, I know - I'm not supposed to be posting this summer. But doesn't reaching the age of majority call for a bit of general blogging boastfulness? I can vote! I can buy a lottery ticket or a cigarette (in New York, at least)! Unfortunately, I can't do the only thing that actually matters: attend the Nouvelle Epoque Cabaret-Salon VIP reception unless they're planning to lower the drinking age in the next eight hours. Or someone can get me a damn good fake ID. Just kidding. . .