Man, one of those "I really am getting older" moments. Tonight I'm heading toward full on college-style degenerate mode, knowhatimean? I spend a good chunk of the afternoon and into the night at a bar. Then I head toward an ace taco truck. On the way I pick up an energy drink and a six pack. I drink about half of the energy drink on the way and the other half while I'm waiting to order. Then after I order I go back to my car and pour one of the beers into my now empty energy drink can and drink that as I'm waiting. Then I grab my tacos and drink the rest of my beer as I'm driving home. Full on college mode for wally.
So when I get home I crack open another beer, eat my tacos, and I think -- and here's where the aging comes in -- "do you really want to be this hungover when you get up? Huh? Do you?"
So I seriously just paused here for about an hour, nursing that beer. Because as you age hangovers just become bigger and bigger bitches. You don't realize that's what's waiting for you when you're 23 and getting blitzed three times a week, but it awaits us all. Anyhow I've decided to keep drinking. Gonna try my best to kill the rest of that six pack as I watch Escape From New York.