This Aging Stuff Is Rather Annoying

This is probably an accurate representation of how I feel right now after celebrating 26 years on this mortal coil in the style to which I have become accustomed (read: dinner at one bar and grill last night, and moving to two others before last call.)

I miss my late teens and early 20s so much more now, because my constitution was literally indestructible when it came to intoxicants and vices (while my brain was not, thus accounting for the fact that I cannot recall bits and pieces of my sophomore and junior years in college). I’m guessing this is why people are more and more hesitant to celebrate birthdays the older they get: not only do all the fun rights-related celebrations end when you get past 21, but every over-the-top, drunken celebration is a reminder the next day of why you can’t do that as well as you used to.

Still, while the increasing recovery times from the nights out on the town are annoying, they’re not depressing — it’s just another unfortunate bit of adulthood to accept. I’ve gotten good at this.