I used to drink ... a lot. Everyone knows that ... people in my real life ... people online ... various doctors ... people living in caves. Other than the somewhat frequent trips to the ER, I had lots of fun in my early 20's ... and I've been reflecting on it today.
Last night, my sweetie had a cookout and it was a blast. Lots of friends came over. We played games and sang karaoke. He fired up the grill. (Ha! Get it? Fired up the grill? Heh heh ... I kill me.) Anyhow ... what he cooked was delicious ... and everyone else brought tasty side dishes and desserts ... it was a great night!
So why is it ... that although not a single drop of alcohol passed my lips ... I woke up this morning feeling like I was coming off a week-long bender. I was stiff. My body ached. Parts hurt that shouldn't even hurt. My shoulders ... why do my shoulders hurt?! This is ridiculous. I stayed in bed until I was finally so hungry that had to either go downstairs and make something ... or start rifling through my purse looking for mints.
Years ago when I was a wild child, I used to go to the club with my friends ... close it ... and get up and go to work the next day. How did I do that?! Seriously! Is this what getting older does to us? I went to a cookout yesterday and drank nothing stronger than cream soda ... and yet I'm so sleepy I can't hardly keep my eyes open. I even took a nap this afternoon ... what the hell? Do I have malaria?! I felt like laying down in the pew during mass ... and now I'm faced with the somber truth that there will be no Mad Men for me tonight. I am just too tired!
My God ... the young me would've laughed at this! The young me would've told me to get off my ass and make a blender full of margaritas! The young me would've been on the phone making plans for next week! But these days, the old me thinks the young me was a fucking idiot and should shut the hell up. The old me is going to sleep ... perchance to dream ... dreams of a soft, soft bed ... and winning at make out bingo ...
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
The Cure - Friday I'm In Love
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
The Cure - Friday I'm In Love
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