All week, a girlfriend of mine has been begging me to put on a costume and go out drinking this weekend. I am 33. Gone are the days where I'm willing to put on a cheap, flimsy, overpriced costume and stand in an overcrowded bar with a bunch of 21 years old waiting 40 minutes for a watered down drink. Gone are the days where I'm interested in trekking out in the cold in my heels to go from bar to bar to crappy bar. Gone are the days where I enjoy blaring loud music where I can't even have a conversation with anyone and my ears are ringing by the time I'm heading home.
I've explained this to my friend 5 times. She just.doesn't.get.it.
This rant brought to you by period and my bad mood!
Now tell me what you're too old for so I'm not the only young old lady here :-P