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I’m Kind of Older Than I Was When I Reveled Without a Care


It’s crazy how some things can influence you so much. Like I was talking about in my last post with Less Than Zero – now I feel like writing in the style Ellis does. Maybe I immerse myself too quickly. I’m not sure.

Last night I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir that I got from my work Christmas party that I was hoping to save for a romantic date night – but I got thirsty. So sue me – and I needed a drink.

After I poured myself the glass of red I watched The Great Gatsby (Leo edition) and pretended/reflected back on the days when I reveled just as hard and felt just as happy as the careless flappers and drunken stock brokers of the Jazz Age. I ended up falling asleep on my couch and woke up right when [SPOILER ALERT: but if you don’t know what happens at the end of Gatsby, I judge you] Jay dies and I felt super scared. It made me think about my own mortality and I realized that I need to go to a lot more PARTIES before I bite the dust.

Thinking back, I drank A LOT in college and immediately afterward. 2009-2011 I was a booze-hound. I drank like a sailor, nay, fish. Clearly my tolerance has lowered since after last night’s wine fest (2 glasses) I was heavily buzzed and passed out with my mouth open. But I didn’t drool, so kudos.

The point is, I feel more connected to the world when I’m going out, not even necessarily to bars or clubs, but just having fun. And Carpe Diem, right? Or YOLO (is that still a thing?)! Either way, life is too short to be anything but happy. So bottoms up.

Now who wants to go out with me and make some memories?

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