I'm old.

Want to know how I know I'm old? Because I can no longer drink alcohol like I could when I was 23.  I went out for drinks on Friday night.  I met some of my former co-workers for happy hour.  I was the first one to get there at 4:50.  The next person to show did not get there until 6:15.  So looking like a total loser, sitting at a table for six by myself, I decided to just drink.  I was on my third beer when my friends showed up.  I then proceeded to drink another three beers, a Malibu and diet Coke, and a shot (some fruity concoction) through the course of the night.  I had a great time.  I really did.  But then I woke up Saturday morning....totally hungover.  And I stayed hungover all day.  I was miserable.  Every time I stood up, I was dizzy and nauseous.  Basically, I was in a horizontal position either in my bed or on my couch all day.  The hubs was so sweet.  He took the girls out for a few hours and told me to go back to bed. 

At 3 o'clock, I was able to stand up long enough to get dressed for our date night (dinner and going to see The Hunger Games with another couple).  Normally, the text I received from my friend would have been awesome.  She texted me a couple hours before the movie to let me know that she was bringing water bottles full of Diet Coke and Malibu rum (for us to enjoy during the movie).  I felt nauseous just thinking about drinking it.  Needless to say, I passed on the offer.  The good news was that by the time the movie started at 4:45, I was feeling better.  Thank goodness.  But I have learned that I am no longer 23 and my body is not a fan of drinking that much anymore.  It's official, I am old.  Ha!