"Why do I have to be bored with being foolish & young?"

I'm a woman of a mere 23. Mere in the terms of the average lifespan of an American woman. Not so mere in regards to an undergraduate student still taking classes at the local community college. (Just one, okay? It's Brit Lit II and I need it to get my bachelor's and it's cheaper to take it a Moraine Valley than it is to take it at GSU. SO SUE ME.)

I digress.

I'm only 23 and as of late, the idea of going out and drinking and partying and all that shit just seems like such an unappealing foreign concept. Which, I did quite a deal of drinking and partying and all that shit in my day, (ages 17 to early 22) and now I'm just kind of like, "Meh."

I have friends who can play drinking games for HOURS without tiring. And not the sit around a table and flip a card, chill kind of drinking games, but the kind of games where 5 to 10 people stand around a folding table and flip cups incessantly and throw ping pong balls and chug beer. The kind of drinking games that take a sort of energy that I do not seem to have these days. Although, let me be clear in saying that this is one of those things, like many things, that I have a very "to each their own" mantra about. I do not look down on those who can play those games for hours and drink 800 calories of light beer without a second thought. Sometimes, I even envy them. I wish I didn't have to be the wet blanket who starts yawning at 10:30 pm and trying to get my boyfriend to see that I've been making love to the door with my eyes for the past 30 minutes. I wish I could go back to drinking six Leinenkugel Berry Weis proportionally mixed with Summer Shandy without feeling the need to get in an extra hour of cardio. 

Those were the good ol' days. Now, if I have extra calories to spare, I'm going to have a cannoli instead of beer because, well...cannoli.

I don't know. For me, there is just something infinitely more appealing about laying in bed with Jake and watching Parks & Rec (specifically, "The Fight" aka the snake juice episode) and being asleep by 11pm than staying out till three in the morning every weekend and moping around hungover. Because of this, I am also far less inclined to ingest greasy foodz. 

I will drink on special occasions. Two of my best friends turn 23 in April and May and I will drink to their longevity. But I don't feel the need to drink just because it's Friday and that's what people do on Fridays. So I guess I'll be the wet blanket and maybe my boyfriend's friends will think I'm the reason he stays in (which is not true! I actually encourage him to go out with them! But we're very much alike in some ways, one of them being neither of us really has this propensity to drink and party anymore. Also, it's cold and neither of us want to leave the warmth of his bed and stuff) and maybe I can't have more than four shots without getting wasted now but I feel really great. And I'm very content with waking up at 8am on a Saturday and getting my day going as opposed to 11:45 and moping around until I get the energy to go get myself a chicken bowl from Chipotle. 

That was summer 2012 Steph and now I'm winter 2014 Steph and, you know, I'm happy (usually.)

Although, it will probably be much easier to go out and do things with other people when the temperature goes over 25 degrees and this winter that has surely risen from the depths of hell has subsided a bit.