how i know i’m getting old, part 2 (or: how you know when it’s time to go home)
went out drinking with the girls. had a fun night, flirting and chatting with attractive, single guys. drank many, many 2-for-1 cocktails early in the evening. the conversation with the cute (but intellectually challenged) guys is lubricated through vast quantities of fruit-flavoured alcohol.
but 6 hours later, it starts getting kinda late. at a certain point, you start thinking, “i’m tired of drinking… yet if i sober up any more, this will be really boring.”
then someone mentions a foam party.
your mate (age 27) says “yeah!! let’s go!”.
you (age 35) think, “eh, it’ll ruin my new suede shoes.”
home, james.
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Comment by Strawberry
26.05.2008 @ 19:11 pm
Yep. Onwards to the next stage of your life. It’s also good.