am i too old for this shit?

start of the night

i am not a party'er. wait, let me re-phrase that. i do not party every weekend, so when i do go out with the intent to party, i really just go for it. balls to the wall. this past saturday was my sisters 21st birthday. apparently car services are afraid of 4 inches of snow, so we had to wait nearly 45 minutes for a minivan to fit 9 people. tight ride.

we ate some apps, drank some drinks, and sang happy birthday at the first bar on our stop. when said sister got 'bored' we decided to skip the second bar and head straight for the third bar on our list.

8 beers and 3 glasses of champagne later, im standing in, what is now freezing rain, trying to hail a cab to get to some grungy lower east side hookah bar. literally walking across three lanes of traffic, stopping buses, cursing at 2 people who got into a ford escape (we were 5 people and the fucking prius wouldnt take us, so we NEEDED that truck) and yelling at a guy in an elf costume to help his santa friend who had fallen down drunk in front of the bar, all while holding onto my champagne glass that i had snuck out of the bar. FINALLY, we get into two cabs (where i rode shotgun for no reason because it was just me and one other person in the cab, everyone else hopped in the 2nd one).

i walk up to the hookah bar and the woman asked me, "what are you doing here?". im sorry, do i know you? like are you surprised to see me out? am i really that much of a homebody that strangers are shocked to see me out after midnight? but alas, she was just checking to see if we had a table reserved.

we ordered two hookahs, some more drinks, danced to some middle eastern music (until it turned hip hop as per my r&b loving sister), and had a really good time. at around 3am  i ventured back outside in the rain to hail my final cab for the night. after some failed attempts (that my mother claims was because i looked like a lunatic and cabbies didnt want to stop, this is nyc, everyone is a lunatic), we were on our way home. our driver, traiforum from west africa, was super nice. he showed me pics of his 3 sons and wife. i told him if i hit the $550 mega mil, id give him $3mil. 

i got home and something came over me, something that comes over a lot of us after a night of super drinking. you become ravenous, youd eat your kitchen table with a little salt if nothing else was available. i stood in my kitchen and ate cold chicken and broccoli, cold lo mein, popcorn, and a bagel flat with butter, and washed it down with a bottle of water and 2 advil. go ahead, judge me, but we've alllllllll been there.

all in all it was a successful birthday night. but i have 2 small bruises and a killer back ache. i also slept until about 1:30 on sunday (which isnt too unusual). it's monday now, two days later and im still achy. i am either too old for this shit or just need to get out more often to stretch my limbs.

end of the night.