Sunday, November 22, 2009

What a difference 5 years makes...

Last Saturday night I celebrated my 22nd birthday in New York City with some of my closest friends. We took part in the typical city scene --got to the bar at 9, paid $40 for top shelf open bar for 3 hours, danced the night away, closed the place down at 4 a.m., and after an early morning binge on left-over Chinese food, we rolled into bed around 6:15.

Last night, I went out in Massachusetts with my 27-year-old sister and her boyfriend and his friends who all fall between the ages of 30 and 40. We met them at a small sports bar to watch the second half of the Penn State-Michigan football game. This time around, we arrived at 5 p.m. Once the Nittany Lions sealed the deal, we moved on to another local dive bar which served the cheapest drinks I have ever seen ($2 for a beer and $2.75 for a martini--I'M SOLD!). It felt like it was 11 p.m., yet when I looked up, Alex Trebek's hairless face was staring back at me on the television screen. Yup, it was only 7:45 and Jeopardy was still on. A few martinis later, our group started dwindling. One guy--dare I say man--had to go home to his wife and three children, one couple went home because they were tired, and another guy had to go home because he had to attend church this morning. The four of us lone survivors left and went to one more bar. We decided the McDonald's drive thru sounded like a much better way to end the night so we hopped back into the car after one drink. I was sound asleep by 11:45 p.m. on a Saturday night. I don't think that has happened since I had mono two years ago and slept for 22 of the 24 hours in a day.

Both nights were equally as fun, but I couldn't help thinking about the differences between them. Us 22-year-olds who are fresh out of college and still not wanting to admit we are getting older, don't realize that in just a few short years our lives will be so different from where we are now. Something tells me that my Saturday night festivities will be more like last night's, sooner than I think. And I'm pretty sure I am okay with that.

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