ROWDY ON DOWN

On the eve of a double header or two nighter, out last night for the Bears game and again tonight for Wolfmother, I thought it appropriate to share yet another older post. Originally posted on Tuesday, January 01, 2008, it still rings pretty true.

Conjuring up some Hank Jr., I am thinking to myself, "Me and my rowdy ole friends done rowdied on down." Of course, to be honest, pretty sure it's just me. Holiday Benders just do not do the ole body good anymore. I can't be sure of the exact date this phenomenon occurred, the not being able to 'hang' so much, but an educated guess tells me it was right around the time of the metabolic slow down. We have all heard the tall tales of "Enjoy it while you can" and "It will all catch up to you one day." But did anybody ever seriously believe that nonsense. What do ya mean I won't always be able to party like a rock star or get messed up like a research monkey without any repercussions???



I am beginning to understand what all those words of wisdom were about. Hangovers last a little longer now, like two or three days, and around 3 a.m. I actually start getting tired, and after a day of drinking on the lake you can pretty much count me out for the rest of the evening, and I make sure to eat enough carbs so I can last as far into the night as possible, and this one I am ashamed to admit, but there have been more than one occassion that these words passed through my lips "why does it have to be soooo loud in here." That's right folks, I literally said that, and more than once.

After being the first one down for the count at the NYE party, I was delighted to wake up this morning with no hangover, and could not wait to...take down Christmas Decorations. Yep, everyone in the state has rallied together on the first morning of 2008 whipped up thier Bloody Mary's, and gathered round the tube for some good ole fashion Razorback Football. Except for me that is, I slept in and woke up refreshed and ready to do dishes and figured after 2 months it was time to rid the house of the Christmas Spirit. I have to ask myself, "What am I, like a hundred?"

Within only a few short years, life has changed so drastically, I mean, people are kind of growing up it seems. Lazy days of scooting into class in your jammies have turned into suiting up for your workday. Hook ups and random dating have turned into long term relationships and Marriages. Celebrations over turning a paper in on time or passing a final have turned into Wedding and Baby showers. Dinners are no longer just beer and hot wings, but who's making the reservations tonight. I have been experiencing the so called growing pains for awhile, but hadn't stopped to notice. What better time than the first day of a New Year to realize that life is changing and it's different, and it's totally worth it. Afterall, the only constant in life is indeed CHANGE.

So at two o'clock this afternoon, with more than enough Bloody Mary fixins around, I cracked open a fat tire, ahhh, and said to myself "I don't need your rockin' chair."