I wasn’t even aware that it was St. Patrick’s Day on Monday until my kid complained about not having a leprechaun trap. No shit, St. Patrick’s Day, which means it’s St. Patrick’s Day weekend. Which means that the majority of people I know have been completely shit faced all weekend. Then there’s me. Sober, and going to bed at 11pm because GodDammit I’m going to be up before 7 so I can drink a coffee in peace.
Honestly, I didn’t put too much thought into it until this morning while I scrolled through the alcohol fueled regrets on my Facebook NewsFeed. Once I saw the annual “look she’s sleeping in the stall at the pub” photo, it honestly hit me that I haven’t celebrated St. Patricks Day in a handful of years. Not the way that I used to anyway, as I do have a whiskey usually the day of.
Either way, it got me to thinking, do I feel old? Or do I feel lame? I’m not sure which is more accurate. Over the past few years I have settled down quite a bit. It took a DUI and a long road to fix my life (along with a boyfriend with mirroring problems) to kind of knock the bar-life out of me. Don’t get me wrong, every once in a while (read: 3 months?) I go out and have a few drinks… but quite frankly I just don’t find it as enjoyable to go out and get shit-faced every weekend anymore. I would much rather get up at 7am and hit up the Home Depot to grab some things for the house/yard. So is that because I’m turning 28 (also read: 50?) this year? Or is that because I’ve just gotten lame with my “OH MY GOD THERE IS A SALE AT LOWES!” self?
I’m not sure, either way though I guess it’s okay. Because here I am, wrapped up in my blanket my kid made me for Christmas, relaxing with a cup of delicious coffee. It’s a quiet moment here in my house, and I’m really enjoying looking at all the pictures and updates on Facebook of puking/fighting/drooling on a bar table not to mention getting the low down on who did what in the bar bathroom. So meh. I maybe getting older or lame or whatever, but I’m cool with it.