Somehow this weekend was spent drinking, eating and dancing till wee hours of the morning when I’m usually home watching re-runs of Sex and the City and Friends. I’ve come to a realization that me at the age of 26 is not the same as I was in my early twenties. I don’t have the same energy as I used to. It’s not as if I didn’t have fun but, can’t we still have fun and get home at a decent hour?
Both Friday and Saturday nights were spent out during prime sleeping hours. When most of the population were getting into a good REM cycle and having wonderful dreams, I was out drinking a peanut butter banana milkshake at Swingers on Friday and eating cheap hamburgers and curly fries on Saturday.
With that said no more staying out like I did in college. I’m getting too old for these kinds of nights. My body can’t handle it anymore. After all I’m am 26 going on 50.
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