When the clock struck midnight and I turned 21 years old, my friends all took me out barhopping for my first time on 6th Street in downtown Austin. Far more people accompanied me than I expected, given we all had classes the next day. But then I reminded myself that we were all college students, and that I pretty much just gave them a socially acceptable excuse to go out drinking on a Monday night.
I highly doubt Logan Stankoven stayed up till 3 or 4 in the morning, drinking free before being dragged home by his friends – he had to get his rest so that he could prepare for a professional hockey game.