When I turned 21 over the summer, the only thing I could think about was finally being able to enter the glorious bars of Collegetown. I had heard about these bars for so long that I started to believe they were magical places, like the inside of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory — except instead of chocolate rivers, there would be rivers of light beer, and instead of Oompa-Loompas there would be those hot girls from the Labatt Blue commercials. When I started checking out the C-Town bars during Orientation Week, however, I realized that these places weren’t magical at all.