This weekend I went to Boston, had a lot of fun, met cool new people, and realized I'm getting old.
It's Saturday night and my cousin wants to take me out, but it also happens to be his friend's birthday celebration that night and his friend's girlfriend, who is about 23, decided that we are all going to this club. Let me specify that a club in Boston = a crowded bar with very loud music. Of course my cousin and his girlfriend who are about 30 don't want to go there and neither do I, but they're good friends so we must sacrifice. Per my previous blog entry titled "Forced Fun," I told him not to worry about me, I'm drinking redbull & vodka so I’ll be entertained. Clearly there was no open bar option but we make the best of it. See? I don't just dish out random useless advice; I use it on myself ;-)
So let the forced fun begin. I practically chugged the first redbull vodka and headed for the bar to get another. By the third one I was finally starting to enjoy that sh*# hole and I think so was everyone else. I could have stuck around all night, screaming in my cousin's friend's ear because the music was so loud, but I guess no amount of alcohol was going to keep my cousin there. So after what seemed like an hour or two (tops), we left.
The next place was much quieter, a simple cozy bar with a table by the window which we snagged right away. At this point the troops were down to 4, my cousin, his girl, his friend, and me. Not 20 minutes went by and two of his other friends texted to say they were out of there and were going to join us (apparently they didn’t last much longer either).
So the 6 of us sat there until they closed (at the late hour of 2am!) drinking beer, cracking jokes about clubs, and laughing. In case you couldn’t tell that was sarcasm up there. I thought it was funny that my cousin said “we're going to party till late tonight so get your cat-nap in.” I was like really? You're from Miami, where places don't close till at least 6am, and you think 2am is a late night? LOL, how the mighty have fallen (i.e. gotten old).
With that said, I think you’re officially old when:
I will say that I didn't want to leave Boston. Even though I claim to be old, I barely slept while I was there, walked around half the city, visited beautiful places, met really friendly people, and had a lot of fun. I also will say that with a couple of exceptions, guys are not as douchy at the bars there, and we went to one of the “raunchy” places. My cousin says people in Boston are rude, but I didn’t notice, it seemed like quite the opposite because people were friendly and would talk to me for no reason, and no they weren’t just trying to hit on me J
It's Saturday night and my cousin wants to take me out, but it also happens to be his friend's birthday celebration that night and his friend's girlfriend, who is about 23, decided that we are all going to this club. Let me specify that a club in Boston = a crowded bar with very loud music. Of course my cousin and his girlfriend who are about 30 don't want to go there and neither do I, but they're good friends so we must sacrifice. Per my previous blog entry titled "Forced Fun," I told him not to worry about me, I'm drinking redbull & vodka so I’ll be entertained. Clearly there was no open bar option but we make the best of it. See? I don't just dish out random useless advice; I use it on myself ;-)
So let the forced fun begin. I practically chugged the first redbull vodka and headed for the bar to get another. By the third one I was finally starting to enjoy that sh*# hole and I think so was everyone else. I could have stuck around all night, screaming in my cousin's friend's ear because the music was so loud, but I guess no amount of alcohol was going to keep my cousin there. So after what seemed like an hour or two (tops), we left.
The next place was much quieter, a simple cozy bar with a table by the window which we snagged right away. At this point the troops were down to 4, my cousin, his girl, his friend, and me. Not 20 minutes went by and two of his other friends texted to say they were out of there and were going to join us (apparently they didn’t last much longer either).
So the 6 of us sat there until they closed (at the late hour of 2am!) drinking beer, cracking jokes about clubs, and laughing. In case you couldn’t tell that was sarcasm up there. I thought it was funny that my cousin said “we're going to party till late tonight so get your cat-nap in.” I was like really? You're from Miami, where places don't close till at least 6am, and you think 2am is a late night? LOL, how the mighty have fallen (i.e. gotten old).
With that said, I think you’re officially old when:
1. You think 2am is late
2. You no longer dance at clubs
3. You make fun of those girls who crowd around each other in a circle and (as Dane Cook
says) “dance around their purses and shoes”
4. You like Dane Cook (who let’s be honest, isn’t funny anymore)
5. You don’t like crowded places
6. You don’t’ visit any place that plays really loud music.
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