Remember college? Remember going out, potentially drinking a wee bit more than you can handle, crawling in the door minutes before 3 a.m.? Do you? That was fun, wasn't it? Fun in a I Don't Actually Have To Wake Up Tomorrow kind of way, because, hey, it's college, you can skip class.
And then remember last night? Last night when you were coaxed into a night of drinking and good cheer? Remember at 11 p.m. when you said, "Gee, guys. I should be in bed."? And then remember following The Others to the next bar, instead? Until bar time? Yeah. Ha. Fun, right?
OK, you're right. It was fun. Reminiscent of the days when going out on a Thursday was a Rite of Passage. The drinking. The laughing. Loud music. Cigarette smoke. More drinking. That one drink (of which you don't even like) that you helped a friend finish, as if sucking that drink out of that straw was the last thing you'd do on Earth? Mmm, fun.
And then remember when you realized you're 24, have a job, and have to be there by 8:30 a.m.? Oh, right, you remembered that when your alarm went off at 7:15 this morning and you had drool on your pillow and black feet from running two blocks in bare feet because, no way, you can't run in heels! But when you heard the Earth Shattering Death Siren that is the alarm, boy, you remembered who you were.
So, Self, you dragged ass through your day. Drank at least an Atlantic Ocean worth of water. Stared at the clock . Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Enter The Longest Day Of Your Life. There's no sleeping through this one. Borrowing notes from a classmate to see what you missed. Oh, no.
But there was one highlight, Self, that reminded you even though you're 24, with a job, that you have to be at, you can still feign the Lazy College Student act. And that's when you went home for lunch, took a nap, watched Dawson's Creek and ate Oreos in bed. Sweet bliss.
Come to think of it, Self, maybe you're feigning the 24-year-old With A Career bit. And that's OK. For now. Bring on the Oreos and the UV Cherry Vodka and Diet Cokes.