The Big 2-1

Well I turned 21 today and so far it is just oh so good.  There is something fine about sipping on a Japanese brew whilst eating some Japanese cuisine, enjoying the oddly beautiful weather.  Today I had lunch with my friend Alex and while we were enjoying the porch area of the restaurant a wasp decided to fly over and harass us.  He continued to be a true source of uneasiness for quite some time until we decided it was either his continued insect existence or our pleasant afternoon.  Naturally we decided the bug had to die.  Just as I had procured a weapon with which to vanquish this nuisance, the wasp made the fatal mistake of crawling under my beer glass that I had raised to prevent spilling in the incidence of a sudden strike.  That wasp was squashed between a napkin and the bottom of my amber chalice. 

In whole, it was a strikingly surreal experience.  I felt that maybe I had fulfilled some obscure and ancient prophecy.  Something like: "And then the chosen, on the second and first, would while enjoying the fruits of his age, strike with the fruits down, a great and evil force, and all around shall rejoice."  Later on, after I've completed my destiny as the chosen one, historians will look back and be all, "Oh, yeah, wow.  That finally makes sense!"

You're welcome, future me-storians.  You are welcome.