Aging like fine wine. Or is it old cheese?

Whatever the phrase may be, I have come to realize that for the past few weekends, and I do not know if it coincides with moving in with the inlaws, since I heard its contagious, (jk ands & geens!!!) but whatever it is we do come Friday & Saturday night, we are home, in bed, by midnight.

Granted, I have always been on the 'boring' side compared to the Average College Kid (ACK) but let me put it all into perspective...

1. Friday night, we get home from work, pop open a bottle of Malbec, sit outside and have the traditional Friday afternoon cocktail with our favorite date night couple. In bed, asleep, by 11:03pm.

The ACK would have dinner with parents, take advantage of the free booze, and come 11:00pm already know the excuse they will be using on why it is so important for them to go out tonight and 'im so sorry for cutting dinner short, love you, be back soon, gotta go byeee'.

2. Saturday morning, I wake up at 7:00 am. No, my alarm clock did not go off. No, I do not have to go to work. My body, woke up, ON ITS OWN at 7:00am. WTF.

The ACK would be stumbling in, trying their hardest not to make any noise, and praying their parents are not awake and notice they are just getting home, at 7:00 am. And if for whatever reason, they are awake, I will say I went outside to get the mail. yes. brilliant! of course, i've been home this whole time..

3. Saturday afternoon, we go to the grove to watch the Gaytor game, amongst other ACKs, and I have 2.5 amstel lites in the course of 4 hours.

The ACK would chug 3 amstel lites under 4 minutes and probably sing the "shots, shots, shots, shots shots, shots, everybody, shots shots, shot, shot, shot" song after every touch down their team did AND of course take a shot of either, red headed sluts, surfer on acid, you know, ACK shots.

4. After the games are done and the other ACK's in Sandbar are ready to party, we decide to go to a quaint little indian restaurant in key biscayne, this time I have ONE beer in the course of two hours.

The ACK would have stayed at Sandbar and celebrated their win; 10 beers, 5 shots, and a couple of fist fights later, wondered 'dude, wheres my car?'...

5. After my one beer and my rogan josh curry, I was ready to call it a night, after all it was 10pm and i had been up alllll dayyyy long.

The ACK would be, fed, refreshed, recharged and ready to go out again and hopefully make it home before 7am this time around.

6. Despite my excessive yawns, I 'man-up' and go to a local bar, upon getting there, we realized the bar is no longer open, and a car with two young thugs approach us and ask "excuse me do you know where we could get some bake". I kindly reply, no sorry.

First of all, the ACK would not take friends to a closed bar, they would know where a happening spot is, in their surroundings, at all times...and secondly they would know the street code for drugs, and 'bake' would still be in their vocabulary.

So yes, my friends, this here is proof I am getting older. I do not need a rude awakening trip to a college town to realize how far i've come in these past 3 years out of college and how much energy i've lost along the way, our local college friendly neighborhood bar was enough!
(Is that sentence grammatically correct? Because all the holes in my aged brain are impeding my language skills.)

However, I will end this on a bright note, I will tell you this, getting older is a little easier, knowing you have a soon-to-be-husband like mine, even though it was his 'team' he did not care or complaint when I wanted to go home and be in bed early because my tummy hurt.

And the best part? He is two whole years older, which technically means, he experiences the beauties that come along with aging first...like the gray hairs, crows feet, etc...so by the time i get around to them, two years later, they are like yesterday's paper...OLD NEWS!