Here’s what I learned after my reunion with my friend from college on Monday: I’m too old to be going out on a Monday. Three beers – with a very high alcohol content – knocked me on my old ass on Tuesday. As a matter of fact, it’s quite possible that I’m still drunk right now. Yes, I know it’s two days later, and yes, it’s possibly related to the fact that I had another beer today.
Sunday night it seemed like a good idea to go drinking. Monday afternoon it seemed stupid. Monday night it was an amazingly awesome idea. Tuesday morning I cursed myself while dragging my ass into work. Tuesday night I was so happy to go to sleep. And tonight going out seemed like a smart plan.
Will let you know how it all plays out tomorrow. If you don’t hear from me, it’s because I’m too drunk to type…until Friday night when I’ll be in my pajamas by 5:30 and will be in bed shortly thereafter.
Getting old is super lame.