Latest and the greatest

Really there is no latest, so there'd be no greatest to report. I always think of stuff I'm going to write about, but by the time I log on, I forget all of it. I would like to admit to something I really don't want to admit to...I think I'm getting to old to party anymore. There I said it. Ugh.

I went out last minute Saturday night with Rochelle and Sarah and Paul. And I don't know if I just wasn't amped up about going out, but it was a so so night. I had three beers and somehow wound up trashed. Well, pretty buzzed that I don't remember the last part of the night. I'm guessing it's time to bring back my old nickname: Goldie Locks and the three beers. Except not so much gold locks anymore. 

The next day I wasn't hung over, just tired, and worried I'd said something the night before to piss anyone off. I get really retarded when I drink. Not in your face retarded, I'm more the quieter tard off to the side usually. But still, I always worry I will say something that is super stupid. 

Whatever, I'm over it now. I'm sure I'm not done "partying" just probably not as excited about doing it as I used to be. Ugh, growing older sucks.