You know you can’t hang anymore when you go to the bar on a Friday night and you’re home by 11.
…and when you get home, you think you can rally, but you pass out in front of the television with a full glass of wine in your hand.
It is quite pathetic that I used to be able to throw back a bottle of tequila in college (the cheap stuff) and NOW I can’t even make it out to the bar past 11, let alone finish a glass of wine once I get back home. Instead, I find myself passed out on the couch, contacts in, clothes on, and lights all bright and shiny.
Pathetic meaning “I am getting old.”
I actually get in trouble for falling asleep with the lights on these days. Grown-ups have to pay their own electricity bills you know.
Someone should have told me to put one of those down.
Another way you know you can’t hang with the cool crowd anymore…when your hangover lasts for two days. YAH…two days! Not cool.
Sometimes I look back at pictures of myself and think, “What was this idiot thinking? Did she really think she was going to feel okay the next day? YOU’RE NOT 21, stop drinking.”
I don’t even know what to say about myself…. other than… kudos Mrs. Bear…for being honest and showing the world what a lush you are!!!