The Pain of Getting Older

As my close friends know, i turned 24 recently.....and boy, it hurt!

The week leading up to my day of birth was great. The guys from Lucid Soule came in town and it was so much fun to have my friends near me. I can honestly say that I had more fun in those four days than I have in the now four months since I arrived. The only possible way that the weekend could have been better is if some asshole hadn't slashed the trailer tires on the boy's transportation. Luckily there was a tire shop right down the block from the incident..........my theory of course being that the employees of said tire shop are to blame for the holes and they performed the hanus act in order to bleed business out of poor, traveling musicians. Bastards.

Anyway it was a great time nonetheless, no matter what Adam says. I already miss those guys.

So after the fellas took off on sunday morning in the cold rain, i trekked off to work. I had decided that I would do something I hadn't done in a while and actually celebrate my birthday. Sadly, I got off of work later than expected and had to turn 24 at 12:01am riding the subway with Jose Rodriguez who kept begging me for money even though I had turned him down four times. I guess that's what happens when you are the only person on the train with the bums.

I arrived at the bar that I've begun spending my time and hard-earned money in and was greeted by my buddy Dan. I mentioned to Dan that it was my birthday and he proceeded to basically announce it to the entire bar. While I and my wallet are very thankful for such treatment, as I didn't pay for anything the entire night, my liver now hates every single one of those people that placed shots in front of me.

I got home sometime around 5am and in some manner negociated 4 flights of stairs. I woke up on the living room floor having apparently made a series of dinosaur calls. My sister (who i didn't know was home) came from some dark corner of the apartment with paper towels and plastic bags.

I awoke at 4 o'clock on monday afternoon, with half of my clothes on, after having spent the night on the floor. My mouth was so dry I could barely close it. I have a bruise on my hip from sleeping on my side and at some point in the evening's activities, I must have fallen down, 'cause i have a very large bruise on my back. Sadly, my state of being prevented me from enjoying another evening on the town and I have now vowed a personal prohibition.....as temporary as that can be. My goal is at least a week.

So here's to hoping that when I turn twenty-five, I'll at least be smart enough to steer clear of someone who offers to buy me a shot. I'm gonna run now.....no real plans tonight, but man i need a beer.