So last night, I get a call from a couple girlfriends that want me to go to Juniors with them. I had just finished dinner with a couple of friends, so I figured "what the hell!".
Now when I was 24 and living in Austin, I went out a lot of Wednesday nights, would stay out until 1am or so, and still be functioning at work at 8am in the morning.
Last night, at my ripe age of xx (like I'm going to say!), I was back home in bed at 11pm, and struggled to make it into the office by 8am where I felt like killing someone in my mildly hungover state of mind.
Oh the memories of youth!
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