TROUBLE!

In college I hung out with Rugby players during my Freshman and Sophomore year. There is a reason that I stopped…they drink too much.

Now, I can hold my own. I am a girl who enjoys the occasional night of crazy partying, I enjoy beer and I like the feeling of knowing that you partied hard and had a great time the evening before. With all that said, however, I do not like doing it every night, anymore. There was a time in my life when Kristen and I would leave the dorms at 5pm on a Friday and really only return for a little sleep and some lunch during the entire weekend…Monday morning we would be back at class knowing we had consumed enough R&Rs mugs full of beer to get a small country drunk. Usually we were in the presence of Rugby players when all of this happened.

This new guy…he tosses around the oddly shaped ball on a pitch and he drinks like those in college used to do. Can I hang. Maybe not…maybe not…I thought that I could, but two nights putting me up mid-week past the 3am mark, a visit to my apt. on Friday night and a few drunk dials from him this weekend tell me that I will never be able to hang with this crowd.

At 25 have I gotten too old? It was once there…I could party my ass off. Did I party it clear off my body, no where to be found? Not to be resurrected?

Part of me thinks that at 25 I do not want the drama that come with the all night all week partying. With that amount of alcohol consumption also comes crying, fights, make-out sessions (or more) with random men, drunk dials to people you should have taken out of your phone book years ago, professions of undying love, dancing on bars, an inordinate amount of burritos at 2am, puking, not knowing where you are when you wake up in the morning, hang-overs, forehead slappers, the smell of smoke in your hair for days to come, and then the inevitable desire to crawl under your covers and not do anything for the rest of the day.

I speak from experience.

I fear that being with this new guy might require picking up my old habits and although at 20 I hoped I would never say this…maybe those habits are better left buried. I certainly feel better now then I did then and I know I feel like less of an ass throughout the day now. Certainly less forehead slappers. Maybe he is worth reverting back? Maybe it is too soon to tell…