Last night I was at a bar at Penn State, dancing and singing along with a cover band. And there was a moment in one of the songs where I started to craft a blog entry. It finally hit me that I am old enough to be a senior and I am mature enough to go out and be responsible but let go at the same time. It just clicked. It was like ahhhhhh lightbulb. Or maybe it was the fact that I had worked my way through a pitcher of “monkey boys,” which is basically a fruity long island. All I know is that we were still singing and dancing in line waiting for the bathroom. Yeah, we were those people.
Anyway, I think this revelation occurred to me in the middle of Bon Jovi.. But I can’t really remember. I really am getting old.
Note to self-drink an entire Brita pitcher of water when you get home after a night full of alcohol-fueled cover band moments and take a multivitamin and you’ll be right as rain in the morning.