On Sunday, April 25, 2004, an era marked by excess and debauchery will come to an end. No longer will hangovers and vomit-stained pillowcases be excused as the pitiful consequences of youthful indiscretions. No longer will near-death dalliances with alcohol poisoning be greeted the next morning with casual self-reproach. No longer will “Whatever, I’m 20 years old!” serve as a catchall for a bewildering array of otherwise inexcusable behaviors.

On Sunday, April 25, 2004, Toby turns 21.