Thirty-two candles

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...

I was talking to my three-years younger brother on his birthday back in February and he described to me the exact moment he realized he had made the transition from youthful bliss to "something else". He had gone with some friends to a Rocky Horror Picture Show, you know one of those places where everyone dresses up like their favorite character from the movie and participates. Well, a few members of the audience decided to get up on stage and act out the parts, a typical part of the show. This one chick decided to be Janet, and reportedly she was right on cue. Off came her shirt in tandem with Susan Sarandon on screen. Thing is, she wasn't wearing a bra... My then twenty-seven year old younger brother's thinking went in this order: "Cool!" to "Isn't this illegal?" and finally "Is she even eighteen?"

Ah, yes, birthdays. The yearly reminder that if you're having a good time it's probably illegal, and that the girl you think is hot... well, she's probably too young for you.