Advanced Aging

My approaching Birthday combined with the events of this past week have caused me to reflect on aging. Usually, I can barely bring myself to go out on Friday nights and if I do it’s a struggle to stay awake past 10pm regardless of how many or how few drinks I’ve had. Over time I have associated this inability to behave normally with the fact that I am getting older, every day, every hour, every minute (blehck!).

Alas! My advancing age is not the culprit – this past Friday, after a week of activities plus Thanksgiving, I was excited to go out and felt my energy reserves at an all time high. My party mood continued through the evening, through multiple beers and until bar time even. I realized that perhaps my 23 year old state of mind (21 my tolerance wasn’t at peak, and 22 I wasn’t yet a seasoned partier) was due to the double digits on the clock when I finally got out of bed on Friday …at 10:45am! Getting older isn’t the problem, getting UP is. For further evidence of my conclusion: I slept in past 10am on Saturday and managed to not only make it to bar time again (two nights in a row), but to feel slightly sad that it had come so soon.

Unfortunately, the whole “being a contributing member of society” thing prevents me from sleeping in when I would like to act my age, but at least I know when I choose pajamas over going out, it's not because I'm a dried up old bag (that one’s for you, Bro).