Last Hurrah of 2007

So as it turns out, I am getting old. I know. I’m just as surprised as you are. But more importantly, my friends are getting old. And having babies. And turning in their big-boy pants for one-zee’s. Gone are the days where we would party all night at Normal St Bar, only to stumble to the 247 House and keep the party going. Gone are the days where we would get out of our last final and walk to the nearest bar and drink for 10 straight hours.

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I know we’re getting older and partying like days of old takes a little longer to recuperate. I’m okay with that. The part I’m having trouble with is… Wow.. Time flies. I swear it wasn’t that long ago that we did drink for hours on end – partying until the wee hours of the morning only to do it all over again the next night. I mean, those 6 years of college just flew by like it was only the 4 it was supposed to take me. And no, I don’t have my damn PhD, though an honorary one would be nice for the mantle.

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tips trading forex profit So what. We’re getting older. A little slower, a little grayer. What does it all mean? It means.. What are y’all doing for New Years Eve this year? Lets party like its some year besides 1999 (that’s so cliche). I know some peeps have babies, so I’ll try to make sure Jackie keeps her dress on this time. But seriously, lets hang out with our w–g out. Or something like that.

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  1. Mrs. Rev. Barker wrote: Dan if you put your big boy pants on and come to San Diego, we don’t have babies and we’re having a party at our place new years eve. Granted, we’re hosting “game night” like a bunch of old people but it will be fun. We’ll take off Brian’s onesie for that party!

    Posted 27 Dec 2007 at 9:31 pm

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