We knew some Juniors and Seniors who had their licenses, and waited excitedly until I turned 16 so I could drive us in my parents' minivan an hour away to the mall with an 'Express.'
And in 2011, we frolick in London, a little further than an hour away. Sans cars, avec pure joy, and even some maturity.
Mere, we drank these to celebrate your birthday. Not quite our drink of choice, but festive and regal.
Gram, we don't know these boys, they were all born in the 1990s, and they were fun so we took our picture with them and let them put Rock's license in their mouths. Nbd.
London, you're...well...Brilliant!
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