Opinion: Next stop: Ft. Lauderdale?

Even though I have been sick for over a week, I braved the snow over the weekend in search of something amazing to write about. What did I find out? Well, aside from my urge to randomly bust out my signature robot move, I came to the realization that I am getting boring.

That’s right; I am accepting my fate of getting too old to have those wild and crazy nights anymore. Let’s look at the facts. I am 25 years old and usually in bed by 10. My radio station of choice is Kool 101.7, but that doesn’t matter anyways because I don’t go anywhere anymore. Rather than getting dressed up for a night on the town, I would much rather sit at home in my pajamas and watch Alaska State Troopers or reruns of Roseanne. Don’t even get me started on my love of word finds…

Even worse than my choice of television, was my inability to stay out past midnight last Saturday night. Did that really happen? Yes, it did. I used to be able to go out all night and then go to work. Now if I have two drinks, I wake up with a hangover.

Listen to the voice of reason youngsters, right now you might think that partying is the shit and you can’t imagine why people give it up, but give it a few years and you will wonder how you survived it.

What did I learn from all my wild nights? Good question… I learned that there are much more important ways to spend my time. Also, I have a lot of stories that are so great I couldn’t make them up.

I am not saying that I will never go out again, but I am saying that it just isn’t as much fun as it used to be. Every night used to be a new adventure, but now it’s the same shit different day. Hmm… maybe I’m not old yet. Maybe I am just stuck in a rut?

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This cat is tired of partying and just wants a good nights rest

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