Can I get an IV..of coffee..

So when did being 24 become the new 65...

People explain something to me, I went out for drinks with a friend last night..to be exact 3 beers and 2 shooters..the shooters are weird I know..I will get to that. So I go out to grab a few beers with my friend last night and I wake up this morning, sluggish, I have a massive headache, and it feels like the jaws of life are going to need to get me out of my bed?! Am I hungover..there is no way after the amount of drinks I had last night I am hungover...or is there?

I woke up this morning wondering and calculating how long until I can retire..is that real life? I am 24...a mere 3 years ago it was nothing for me to go out on a Thursday crush wayyyyy more than 3 beers, get up for my 8am class and kill a full day of classes...fully understanding that I would be getting plastered all over again that night...now I am counting down the hours until my bed and I can reunite. How did I age 40 years in the last year??

Am I the only one..come on people..tell me other 24-25 year olds are astonished how much they cannot drink anymore.

The worst part was getting dressed today, a small tear was shed when I had to pull off my leggings and sweatshirt and put on jeans, a bra, and a top for work..I am a young professional lady..wearing cute tops, matching jewelry, throwing on jeans that show off my ass (that probably wont ever look this good again in my life) should excite me BUT instead I would love nothing more than to get back into my pajamas. Who am I?

So the next step in my rapid aging process is the whole getting-hit-on-at-the-bar-slash-guys-buying-you-drinks-phase...let me tell you something, I am the first one to accept a free drink (sorry mom, I swear I check for roofies first..) but I love ANYTHING for free..if the guy is cute or not a free drink is a free drink! 

Well on my adventure last night a robust gentleman to my right, after realizing that the male I was there with was just a friend, proceeded to buy shooters for us. Now shooters, to me, are the ultimate creep move..they are more aggressive than a round of beers, because there is a hint of liquor in them, which usually increases the chances of bad decisions dramatically however they are more subtle and sly then a straight  up shot..they are like the roller-coaster of alcoholic beverages, they look fun at first, you want to yell "woohoo" when you are doing them, but if you do too many you are bound to be puking in a trash can nearby. Nevertheless, this gentleman continued to buy us a few rounds of these shooters and then demanded for my number and to take me on a date..pump the breaks buddy.

Now every person who is reading this post who just rolled their eyes..just stop it..I am not some spoiled girl who gets hit on and hates it...this man was aggressive, told me what to do, did that whole spit on you while he talks thing, talked about himself A LOT..so all in all just not my type..hence the disgust in him buying me drinks and then expecting me to go out with him..buddy get a clue.

I literally think I am getting more hungover by the minute remembering and discussing last nights activities...

As I mentioned above I would love nothing more than to be back in my bed, in my pajamas, hooked up to an IV of coffee..caramel flavored please...

That's all for now