Thursday night's antics have left me basically bedridden. I have a terrible cold or something- I'm learning towards strep throat, throw in $1 drinks with the girls at an old haunt and you have trouble.
I started to feel a tad bit better yesterday and took advantage of the slightly improving health, but took it a little too far by breathing second hand smoke, trying to talk over blaring music and getting too little sleep. However, a night on the town was well worth it since I was getting stir crazy.
Last night has made me think
about growing older and possibly wiser. I have more fun inching closer to 30
than I ever did in my "prime". I'm much more at ease with myself, care less
about what others think and generally enjoy being me, imperfections, quirks and
I get a kick out of watching the
younger crowd and it's dynamics, remembering how I was in my early 20's. Back
then, going out was just as imperative as a job. I was a slave to my cell phone,
fun and getting ready. Now, when I head out, it's purely about good times with
good people, not drinking and superficial interactions.