At what point...

...does it start taking two days to recover from going out one night?!

Granted, we did "spring forward" during the wee morning hours, so getting home at 2:30 in the morning was more like getting home at 3:30 in the morning. And, we did start drinking very early in the evening while watching basketball games yesterday. But A and I have been pretty lethargic today, and I am fairly certain we'll still be feeling it tomorrow.

So...at what point do hangovers start lasting 48 hours? In college my roommates, suite-mates house-mates, friends (etc.) and I could go out drinking four or five nights in row and still be fully functional and ready to start partying again. (We were chubbier, less healthy and productive human beings in general, but for the most part we were fully functional.) While I have absolutely no desire to go out drinking that often (we keep it at about one night a month these days), I do miss that ability to bounce back so quickly.

Maybe it's all mental...I don't try to "fight through it." Obviously my tolerance to alcohol is much lower (I'm a cheap date), and I value sleep and my liver a lot more than I used to. But I still blame it all on getting older
(and much, much wiser).

Our adventures last night were defintely worth the laziness today. Two of A's good friends came in town this weekend, and the rest of our local gang came over last night. We played lots of card games and several thrilling rounds of Mad Gab (best game ever!), and debated whether we should go downtown for a few hours. Around 11 o'clock we decided to go for it, so we called a cab, did a quick wardrobe change, and finished (or chugged, you choose) our drinks.

When we got downtown one of our friends realized that he didn't have his ID. Oops. (And yes, it was the oldest person with us who recently decided to grow his hair out...resulting in a teenage-like appearence.) But the bouncer did end up letting let him in--thank you iphone and facebook.

While all this was going on, my sweet fiance was making sure that no one cut us in line. As it turns out, the bar that we were at had two floors, BUT one cannot go back and forth between the two floors without going outside. Thus, if one is upstairs and goes downstairs then wishes to go back upstairs, he or she has to wait in the line to go back upstairs.

Apparently not everyone was aware of this policy, and one girl decided that she could cut to the front of the line...right about the time that our group got to the front of the line. Unhappy-line-cutter ignored A when he said that there was a line, and he asked her if she knew how a line worked. She said something along the lines of "you must have gone to UNC, you're really smart, wow." Which provoked A even more, obviously. When the girl told the bouncer that she left her purse upstairs (lie) and her phone upstairs (more lies), A loudly said, "Oh, I left my purse up there too, can I just go get it?!" Unhappy-line-cutter and A started to go back and forth (while I'm in the background telling him to stop), and cutter started poking him in the chest. At that point my friend and I (ok, maybe her more than me) were ready to go (oh no she didn't). Luckily the scene didn't escalate from there because we went inside, and unhappy-line-cutter eventually sulked to the end of the line. The incident was pretty anti-climatic, and I think that unhappy-line-cutter's anger may or may not have had something to do with her bull-like nose piercing. Just saying.

Ultimately The Hive/Busy Bee was kind of like a high school dance but with worse music and more alcohol. It was so packed you could barely move (at least not without getting three beers spilled down your back), but somehow we still managed to have a good time. A and I are pretty good at that. The whole scene made me even more thankful than I already am that I am not single. Neither sweaty, gropey frat boys, nor skin-tight mini dresses are my thing. (But no offense if they're yours.)

xoxo