Last night was one of those nights where I woke up the next morning saying “what was I thinking?” I was late to meet a friend after work so I convinced myself that it was OK to go up to the city and hang out to compensate. Now, this friend and I have a history that includes me dancing wildly and a lot of drinks.
Last night I had the drinks part down well. I skipped the dancing.
Today I’m feeling the effects long after the memories start to fade. I think this is my body’s way of telling me “dude, you’re getting older!” I felt pretty awful all day (as did the friend) and I’m now ready to collapse. I suppose the lesson here is: live and let live, except on weeknights.