Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Who own's the night

"What did you ask him"..... I say "who ownda Chief's"....

Okay, and what did he say

"Owwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnzzzzzzzz oooooooowwwwwnnnzzzzz"

Ownership of a night out gets tougher as your age progresses. Here I am living large in a foreign land, (I don't care if its only Pennsylvania, I'm the only only guy at the bar without an accent, or with one, depending on who you talk to) going to school, all day, and having hours such that it is possible to hang out at the bar downstairs, and still make it to work the next day.
The hotel I'm staying at is more of a convention centre then a hotel, and so far we have had a sporting goods equipment, biker, and farming convention since I have got here. What does that mean? New people, and new boozing each week.
They say that youth is wasted on the young and they aren't kidding. I'm sitting here wishing I still had the ability to wake up after a day of boozing and not have a hangover that lasts into the following week. My liver, limbs, stomach, oh who am I kidding? My entire body is taking the challenge up as well as it can, but it is out of practise.
While I'm here I'm also doing my best to get fit. I have joined a gym and hit the elliptical every morning and then work out for another 2 hours in the afternoon. This is all well and good, except that living in a hotel and boozing 3 days a week, kinda puts back your workout a fair bit.

I have also gone clubbing for the first time in a couple of years. And I'll admit it, I'm loving it. Live bands playing music that I love and music went out and got fun again. LMFAO's "Miami Bitch" has me bopping my head and getting my feet going. I've also taken to enjoying country and western music and dancing in our hotel nightclub. I have found that I'm actually pretty good at the dancing part and its wa-hey-hey-heeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyy easier to meet people when you are half cut and dancing, they you don't look like your a saucepan.

So the answer my friend is? I in fact own the night. That is until my body rejects me and tells me to give it back to the 21 year olds and thank them for letting me borrow it.

1 comment:

  1. This is why I drink WODKA (vodka and water)....5 cals a guiltfree drink my luv....

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