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    Adulting In Las Vegas

    My first trip to Las Vegas was a most memorable experience. I was freshly 21, ready to go, ID in hand, and my drink of choice on my mind. Like most 20 turning 21-year-olds, the thought of drinking legally–going up to a bar and ordering a proper drink from a bartender–seemed like winning the gold. I went with three of my girlfriends, all who were a couple of years older than me, and from the moment we drove up to The Strip everything changed. The lights, the desert air, the oxygen and smoked filled casinos, the ding-ding-dings that strum through your ears as you mosey through the glitter filled walkways;…