Jackassalope

Thank You Sir, May I Please Have Another.

I’m definitely too young to be too old for this. At least that’s what I thought. After last night, however, I believe my self perception has done a flip-turn-upside down. I’ll be the first person to admit that I was never a huge party animal. Even in college I had the tendency to be less ambitious than my roommates when the liquor started flowing. But I did do some damage on occasion and never had a problem bouncing back the next day… Of course we all know that times change. I just didn’t think it would change this quickly.

Let me break it down for you. As I mentioned below, the family and I spent this last weekend at the coast with some friends. I don’t know exactly what it is about a beach house that brings out the boozer in me, but for some reason popping the top at noon always seems like a good idea. I’m not even sure when it happened, and by “when” I mean getting a little on the tipsy side. It’s not like I was lining up shots or doing keg stands, but somewhere between having a beer with lunch and a glass of wine with dinner I got drunk. I wasn’t “falling over and peeing in corners” drunk, but by the next morning, I knew that I had probably had one too many.

I guess my body just doesn’t recover like it used to. Between the splitting headache and nausea I swore off drinking for the second time in one weekend. At first I was just miserable, but when I started thinking about the nights I was able to bounce back from in college, I started feeling old and miserable. And I know I’m not old. I’m not even halfway to being halfway to old. But I’ve got to tell you, if hangovers get worse than this in the years to come, I may actually have to stop drinking all together. Now I know why people get bitter. Unfortunately bitterness usually leads to drinking, which then leads to more bitterness. Ba duh dum de dum dum and the beat goes on.