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Daily Prompt: Non-Regional Diction

Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect, or in your accent.

So I turned twenty one yesterday. I have to admit that it was a bit anticlimactic as holiday’s usually are. I have been waitin’ as long as I have been drinkin’ for this birthday, and it finally has arrived and passed just as quickly as a car speeding down the highway. Unfortunately, my birthday decided it would come on a work day this year, so I wasn’t able to celebrate as most people would. Although, that doesn’t really bother me too much. I’ve never been one for gettin’ shit faced and drinkin’ myself to oblivion. It sucks too much the next day. So, my very calm birthday celebration was for Matt to take me out to dinner where I ordered my first drink as a legal adult.


I’ll tell ya what…the waitress didn’t even card me. Of course, I told her that it was my twenty-first birthday and that I was tryin’ to decide what to order for my first legal drink, so I suppose that was prolly why she didn’t ask for my ID. I should have thought, durin’ the course of my day, what I would order. Needless to say, I didn’t and couldn’t think of anything fun off the top of my head. So, I ordered a Tequila Sunrise Margarita. It was pretty dang delicious. I drank it all until I heard slurpin’ from my straw. Did I get a buzz? Nope, but it still felt nice to be part of the “older crowd.” Tequila is my choice of drink whenever I choose to feel a little bolder, and decide to let go of my inhibitions.

I have a feelin’ my younger siblings will do what I did to my older siblings, and wheedle me into buying them alcohol. Fair is fair. Anyways, my birthday was as special as it could have been. Matt got me a sweet card that melted my heart as he usually finds a way to do. Work, on the other hand was a bitch, but I’ll leave that alone.

Ya’ll might be thinkin’, “That is a piss poor way to celebrate your twenty-first birthday! Where is all the partying and going buck wild?” Well I already told ya’ll I’m not much of a party person, but I will be having a actual birthday party this Friday, and Josh will be taking me out to celebrate “the proper way.” This entails pregaming with three shots of Bacardi 151, or whatever it’s called, and then drinking everythin’ he buys and puts in front of me. Ya’ll don’t know my older brother, and ya’ll sure don’t know how much of a lightweight I am. A Marine who can drink and hold more liquor than anyone I’ve ever seen bein’ in control of a girl who can’t drink three beers without slurrin’ is a recipe for disaster and humiliation. Apparently, one of his rules is that it must be video recorded. I decline. Nope, I pass on that one. I hardly let myself end up in front of a camera, let alone a recorder when I’m three sheets to the wind.

Negative, Ghost Rider.

I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t excited to see what presents I’ll be gettin’ on Friday. Hey, I may be technically an adult now, but I’m still a kid at heart when it comes to presents. I think just about everyone who breathes is. What I really want for my birthday is someone to be hired here to take some of the pressure off me, for it to be the weekend, and then fast forward until Thanksgivin’. That way I will be on a small vacation, and then will finally be moving’ into a new place. Nobody I knows is a time bender, however, so I will settle [gratefully and happily] for whatever they choose to bless me with.

[[Note for the reader: That was so painful to write. All of the misspellings and grammar errors!! Hope you enjoyed my slightly southern drawl. I really don’t have a huge country accent, just a slight one that comes out when I’m relaxed or angry. ‘Til the next time, guys!]]