
I recently had a realization. I happened to be in the fetal position on my couch, at noon, on a sunday, after a night of being way over-served. I was reprimanding myself. Who the hell did I think I was? Why did i pretend like i was 20?
You know, at 20, when you can start drinking at noon, play 3-man or asshole well into the night, cheersing as you watch the sun rise and wake up at 8am and start the day off with beer pong before you do it all over again… and again… and again.
At this point I started thinking about who else seems to wake up bright-eyed and ready to party after a night of partying, and a trend arose. That trend was divided into two distinct groups. The Young and, surprisingly, The Older. Yes, The Older.
Think about it. You go to a wedding. Often times, it’s my aunts and uncles and parents of friends who are drinking into the night, doing shots and first one’s at the breakfast buffet. They are the group that can sit at the end of a bar for hours and the next day go sight-seeing in a packed, no air-conditioning tourist bus…
So, as I laid there cursing anyone that was near me as i kept drinking glass after glass and praying for the hamburger gods to bring me something deliciously greasy… i realized, i have something to look forward to as I get old- i will once again be able to drink like a 20 year old again. cheers to that.
