My first few years of living in the city, I would routinely stay out to close down a bar, and still make it to work the next day. There was a solid year and a half when a friend of mine DJed on Tuesday nights, so my coworker and I would stay at the bar until it closed at 4, find a place to get pizza, and I’d crash on her couch because I didn’t know driving directions to my own apartment. Then we’d go to work at 10am.
My producer at the time was about 28 and would say things like “Ah, to be young again…” I, age 22-23, would roll my eyes and say “Oh shut up, you’re not old. You could totally come out with us, you just don’t WANT to.”
It was pretty much exactly my 28th birthday that I was like “Oh, I get it. No, I do NOT want to. That sounds terrible.”
Saturday night was my roommate’s birthday party. One of her friends hosted a potluck dinner, and then we ended up moving to a bar around midnight. Around 3 one of her friends suggested going to a dance club but we were like “LOL NOPE” and took a cab home for one more beer on the couch before going to bed around 4:45.
This was SATURDAY and I am still not recovered. It’s not even about how much I drank, because I probably had about 5 beers over the course of like 8 hours, and 3 of those were only 3-4% alcohol. But I’m still just exhausted to the point where I feel like I could totally take a nap right now.
I have some friends who are my age/older who CAN survive on like 5 hours of sleep without feeling dead, and I feel like trying to explain to them that I need to go home at midnight or 1 seems like my producer trying to explain to 22-year-old-me that staying out until 4 sounds completely miserable. But my birthday is next month, so naturally I will be celebrating with day-drinking so I can go to bed at a reasonable hour, like a grown-up.