I have just been invited, unexpectedly, to the 21 Club here in Manhattan.
The place is legendary, and I’ve never been there before. Fortunately, they will let me in because, as it happens, I am over 21.
If anything extraordinary happens (like that time I ended up getting drunk with Matthew McConaughey in some Hollywood bar, while we smoked cubans and analyzed John Sayles movies), I will let you know.
Meanwhile, I need to go home and put on a proper jacket. Because without one of those they won’t let you in.
Even if you’re over 21.