Hanging with the Kids

To say that this was a humongously random weekend would be an understatement. There were three things I had planned on doing and two of those did happen, but the rest was an amalgamation of oddities. Partly due to conversations (some long overdue and some that didn’t happen), partly due to participants and well, partly due to the fact that as much as I hate my new “go with the flow” attitude I’m still embracing it and acting upon it. Sigh.

What hit me like a ton of bricks this weekend is that I am not a youngen anymore (is that supposed to be two words, hyphenated or something? Where’s the rule book for these terms?). See that picture to the left? It was my 21st birthday and that's the bottle of tequila my mom bought me. I could totally rockstar it then. By no stretch am I an old spinster or even, well, old but there are certain things that can be done at 21-22 that attempting at this age will not work out well. Then again, I’m fully embracing the fact that some don’t think I look a day over 26 so I’ll run with it. Yep, I’m 26 or at least 26+.

For example, staying out past a reasonable bedtime two days in a row, with getting up early, no nap and two hours of Krav does not make for an easy end to a weekend. Of course, if you take out the Krav part you could be talking about a four year old too but not the point. Now add some alcoholic beverages and a penchant for thinking too much before falling asleep and you have a potent combination. I’d try and count the hours I actually slept on Friday/Saturday but that would make me sad. Unlike the hours I slept Sunday (there was no Saturday/Sunday sleep as that didn’t even happen until like 5 a.m.) which might outnumber the awake ones.

All this in separate instances might not have made me think of the fact that I can’t hang with kids anymore if it wasn’t that part of the randomness had me hanging with “kids” Saturday. I have to say, it had been quite a while since I attempted beer pong or had been in a house where the DINING ROOM TABLE looked like it was only used for beer pong. How did this happen you ask? I met a friend at the bar earlier in the evening and through a string of six degrees of separation that I don’t remember he knew the kids in question. They seemed like alright people. I was the DD that night and far from a party pooper so off to the kids house we went. Oddly the music selection was much more something from my day but perhaps that was a nod to the old farts in the room;) The night was a lot of fun even without the benefit of alcohol but then again I pretty much always have fun when out with that friend. I did feel like the bad mom when I was shutting our participation down at 3:45 a.m. because, well, I was going to fall asleep. Then there was the little excursion to try and get home with a very inebriated co-pilot but it really adds to the fun of the randomness (see, I can go with the flow).

The point is that back in the day a weekend like this would be normal and I could have spent Sunday doing just about anything and woken up at a reasonable hour. 2 p.m. is not a reasonable hour for an adult! And I dragged all day when I didn’t even do anything to drag from! Back in the day I could do that and not feel like crap. I could hang and drink and all that and not have my eyes physically hurt from being so tired. Being older sucks. Having a job to get up for at 5:15 a.m. this morning sucks. I want to be a carefree kid who can hang like that two nights in a row. Ok, perhaps not all that far but at least have some stamina. Damn.