[life] party party party

So, one of my younger (well not really, but lets pretend that she is, cuz then I don't have to feel defensive about how much cooler than me she is) has just moved into a new, although still skeezy in that cool, I'm a young hip kid sort of way apartment and could this sentence get any longer?

I have just returned from her house warming party. I am at least 2 and a half sheets to the wind. That's drunk, to you people in the back there. I see you, talking like no one else is talking. I'm talking here!

Anyway. Drunk at 27 is different from drunk at 23. Or even 25. Not sure why. There is just this pervasive, lingering sense that I am not acting my age. Why am at this party? I won't be hooking up with that cute, mildly emo boy over there drinking a Corona, I won't be joining the chug chug crowd or the bong crowd or the crowd outside in the snow freezing their asses off to smoke a damn cigarette because the fire alarm keeps going off when they do it inside. I am TOO OLD for this. shit. dammit.

I had a pretty good time, though. I have two full sleeves of fake tattoos that I barely remember getting, I met a bunch of very good hearted people, and I hung out with some friends that I don't spend enough time with, outside of work. Parties are about more than making out, after all.

I can get that when I come home. Mmm, drunken makeout sessions with husband. Maybe being old(er) isn't that bad.