Am I getting older and more responsible? UHHH I really hope not. This weekend was the big St. Paddy's Day bar crawl in our beautiful little city. I would typically not miss a social event of this size or drunkenness but I did a 180 this year and actually chose to babysit, (yeah that's right, I selected watching some rug rats instead of having an EPIC day-drinking fest with my friends). WTF is wrong with me you might be thinking? Well, I'm not sure myself.
I tried being "more mature" for once this weekend (since I have pretty much been on a bender since Christmas) and as it turns out was a REAL DUMB IDEA.
The reasoning behind my stupid decision: How much fun could my friends possibly have without me?
Answer: A LOT. Like, A LOT A LOT. They have so many hilarious stories, ran into SO many people we know, made a bunch of fun memories I will never be a part of and have a bunch of inside jokes from yesterday I don't even get.
The moral of the story kids: always pick day-drinking over being mature.... ALWAYS.
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