Gaining Wisdom
What I learned this weekend:
-I am not twenty-one years old.
-I am no longer young or hot enough to get a drink at a crowded college bar.
-I do not and will never fit into a shirt labeled extra-small.
-If you tell the bartender you have a pregnant friend and need a water, like NOW, she’ll look at you very strangely, but oblige.
-Trent and I make a much better adult couple than drunk college couple.
-It’s not polite to celebrate a win loudly when everyone you know was cheering for the other team, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t celebrate at all.
-Grandparents are the best, especially when you attempt to be twenty-one for a night, but then the next day have to go back to being an adult caretaker of a toddler while completely hungover. Grandparents let you sleep in and watch movies all day while they play with the aforementioned child, stopping only to bring her down and show you how much fun they are having. Yeah for Grandparents!
I spent the weekend prefacing my dramatic retelling with, “okay, so, in American football there’s Kansas State, right, and then University of Kansas, and…no, no, the Yankees play baseball…” Kind of loses something in translation.
And you probably couldn’t get drinks because the universe was punishing you for betraying your hometown and supporting KU, not for lack of hotness. Although you are pretty effing old. Oldie.
Hey Megan – Sorry we missed you. We ended up going out after the game (Keegan’s idea) and were done by 9:30……We are definitely not 21 anymore.