The 23 yr. old hag...

After having gone out with the girls on Saturday, I realized (not for the first time either) that I am an old woman stuck in a 23 year old body (which hasn't been acting 23 either, so maybe that's why...?)

Proof that I do go out from time to time -->

Due to the last several months of circumstances, it was the first time I'd gone out since like Halloween maybe? Either way, it'd been awhile. And though it's never been habitual, it had been a longer break than normal. Which leads me to this... I walked in and was like "WHOA I do NOT belong here". I'm not a prude, and while I may be more on the conservative side I'm not judgmental or hardnosed. HOWEVER... the atmosphere, the people, the clothes, etc. revealed to me yet another place I don't belong: "in da club".

Not to mention, my staying up until 5:00 that next morning still makes me feel sick a day later. When did this happen? Though I've never been the life of the party or the Energizer bunny, one would at least think I could withstand a little fun.

Nope, not me. I began to think about how I got to this point and here is what I came up with...
1. The obvious in terms of physical ailments.
2. I don't do it often enough, because really... who would I go with?
3. I get up at 4:00 every morning during the week and go to bed at like 8:00... naturally my body wouldn't be used to different hours.
4. I've always required sleep and been early to bed (never this bad, but hey, it's a factor!)
5. The 2.5 hours I spent in the gym killing myself earlier that day. <-- DING DING we have a winner.
6. The mood that I was in due to the latest less than kosher moves some people have pulled. <-- DING DING yet another winner.

Oh well. At the end of the day, I've deduced I am a SUPER in shape, SUPER pissed of old hag. It is what it is. The girls in the club? Well, I'm not one of them... thank goodness!