“I’m 23″ “Your Old!”

My 12-year old niece asked me one day how old I was. “I’m 23,” I said. She looked at me and said “Your old.” Really? When did 23 become old? I find the answer every time I drink. You know you’re getting old when:

You have two beers and your instantly drunk.

You struggle to stay up until 2AM and then wake up at 6:30AM and can’t go back to bed.

You are sick until 3 o’clock in the afternoon the day after drinking.

You can’t drink more than one night on the weekend.

You wake up from a night of drinking and you want to work out (get your life back into shape).

You complain about how sore your muscles are after a night of drinking. There is no reason for your muscles to be sore.

All you want to do on a nice day is lay in bed.

You think about what you can make for dinner when you haven’t even eaten lunch.

You wake up from drinking and instantly start cleaning (story of my life).

Yeah . . . this is me today. I guess it is really not getting old, but changing your priorities. I know it is supposed to happen, but sometimes I wish I didn’t care about being so responsible. I wish I could just drink with my friends at a house and act as stupid as humanly possible without regretting it the next day.

Eh. It happens!

Happy football Saturday! Don’t drink too much

~ by simplysteph29 on November 14, 2009.