Late Night

You know you’re getting old when you go to a party and you seem to be the oldest one there. Granted, I am just thirty years old, but it does sting just a little. Thursday night I went to a buddy’s party for his roommate. I had never met his roommate, nor did I know how old she was. My friend is early 20’s, but I really didn’t think about it till got to the party and realized it was her 21st birthday party. I hadn’t been to a 21st birthday party in many years. There were girls screaming and screeching upon every arrival. I just couldn’t take it. Neither, from the look of the bartender, could he.

As the night went on, I had a few drinks and by 11pm I was dead. Guess the old man syndrome was kicking in, so I had a Red Bull. About twenty minutes later I ordered another red bull, and to follow that one came another about 15 minutes later. I guess the few drinks I had earlier made me a bit light in the head and allowed me not to think about the consequences of drinking 3 red bulls in an hour and a half.

By 1:30 I was heading out and I drove another guy home that was a bit three sheets to the wind. I think he pasted out in my car a couple of time before I got him home. I had to drop him off a ways from his door, and I watched him stumble himself to the front door. As I began to leave his apartment my heart was already beginning to pound like I just finished running a marathon. Oh who am I kidding, like I just walked up 5 flights of stairs. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest and race me home, it was beating so fast.

When I got home, I laid down for a bit and tried to go to sleep, but all I could do is listen to the pounding of my heart and feel the shaking of my limbs. I swear thought I was going to die. I knew the headlines would read something like “Man killed by a Red Bull” or “Man took the Bull by the Horns and Lost.” You know something with a pun, yet stupid at the same time. About two hours later I was finally calming down, plus I took some meds with a sleeping agent in it to try to help with my over activeness.

I ended up sleeping till about 11am on Friday and getting to work about noon. Man did that suck!! I swear I just can not party like I used, and stay out late on a school night. It seems if I am not in bed by eleven I am just screwed. Where are those days when you could just stay up as late as you wanted and then get up for a 9 O’clock class with out even batting an eye. Man, youth is definitely wasted on the young!

Peace,
DeMo