Just after my 18th birthday I was visiting my family in Alberta, and unlike British Columbia, I was now legal in this province. It was my first experience actually being the age of majority, and legitimately going to be granted access to the local bar.
The day started out warm and sunny. My family had a bbq planned to celebrate my special day. We had all the best items: potato salad, pasta salad, corn on the cob, chicken, and steaks. The grand finale was my grandmother's homemade chocolate cake. It was delicious!
The bright and sunny day gradually turned into a warm and sticky evening. I was happy it was warm enough for me to wear my favorite skirt to the bar.
The bar: Cadillac's, was one I had often driven past with my dad while visiting. I had always wanted to go in. It was only a walking distance from my grandma's place. Down the gravel alley way, passing all six of the neighbours garages, then through the playground to the street. There was always loud music and a line up waiting to get in. Today, I would be in that line up.
I looked super hot. I was wearing my favorite cherry red tank top. The straps went over my shoulders and tied in the middle of my back. Naturally, I went braless. My C cup boobs were super perky and the tightness of the tank top enhanced my cleavage in front. I smiled at the thought of encountering a breeze later that night. My hard nipples would be completely visible through the fabric.
On my bottom half, I had a short tight denim skirt. It was a dark wash denim that complemented the cherry red colour of my tank top. I decided to match with a little red thong with tiny white maple leaves patterned all over. Whenever I bent over, you could see them peeking past the skirt.
My mid shoulder length dark blonde hair was straight with some pulled into a top knot, to keep it off my face. Minimal makeup accentuated my bright blue eyes and long lashes. I took one last look in the mirror and decided I was ready to go. It was about 9:30 pm.
I walked out of the bedroom and knew I was wearing the right outfit when I saw the frown on my dad's face.
"You're not seriously going out like that are you?" He asked.
"I most certainly am." I replied. "This is my favorite outfit! I buy my own clothes, so I choose how to dress. Besides, mom doesn't care what I wear."
I knew that last comment would bug him.
"Yes, I am well aware that your mother doesn't care what you wear." He huffed. "I also know that even if she did, you would still dress how you want." He glared over at me and smiled. "I just don't want your outfit to cause any trouble."
Trouble was exactly what I was looking for. I smiled back at him. "I know, but this isn't the first time I've worn this outfit, and I know how to handle myself. Plus, aren't you coming with me? At least for one drink together, now that I am legal?" I questioned.
"Yes, I'll go for a little bit." He said. "Your aunt is coming too, she wants to celebrate your first drink with you."
"You mean my first legal drink, right?" I asked while laughing.
My dad was not laughing. In his eyes, I was still his little girl, not someone who dresses in skimpy clothes and drinks.
Just then my aunt walked through the door.
"Well, don't you look cute," she said. "Happy birthday! I can't believe you're already 18."
"Thanks auntie, dad doesn't share your sentiment." I said as I greeted her with a hug.
I have always been fond of my aunt. She was much younger and cooler than my dad. She was like an older sister I never had.
"Yeah, your dad is a bit old school." She said as she looked over to him. "However, he did say he wanted to have some fun, make some memories, and have a shot or two with you on your birthday."
"Yes, I did say that." He said looking back at her. "I meant it too, let's go have some fun, even though I feel like she is still way too young to be coming out with us."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" I asked inquisitively. "Let's get this party started!"
With that, we said goodbye to my grandma and walked out the door.
The walk to Cadillac's took about three minutes. I could hear the music bumping once we walked through the playground. I was so excited!
We had arrived. There were only a few people ahead of us. The bouncers checked my ID and we were in.
We went straight to the bar and ordered a couple shots. My dad, aunt, and I toasted to my birthday and down the hatch the drinks went.
Then we hit the dance floor, well at least me and my auntie did. Dad just stayed at the bar and watched.
After a few songs, we came back to the bar and had another shot with my dad.
"WHOOO! Cheers to your birthday." My aunt yelled as we clinked our glasses.
A guy waiting at the bar overheard my aunt and smiled at me.
I smiled back and checked him out.
Definitely my type. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, and blue eyes.
"Did I just hear it's your birthday?" He leaned over and asked.
"Yep, now I'm actually legally allowed to get intoxicated." I answered.
"Well, damn girl, that is definitely cause for celebration. Let me buy you guys the next round and we'll all toast to you. I'm Jason."
Just then he looked over at a group of guys and motioned for them to come to the bar. His friends, six more guys, moved towards us.
I scanned the group. They were all pretty tall, fit and good looking.
My aunt nudged me with her elbow and smiled.
"Happy birthday to you indeed." She whispered in my ear. We both giggled.
