I’m not 21 anymore. I’m not 21 anymore. I’m not 21 anymore. I’m not 21 anymore.
I need to tattoo that on my forehead…
We went out to dinner Thursday night in San Diego and realized four of us are retiring this year and we’d never have to attend the particular conference we were at…
And all of us being aviators and having known each other for years, we tried to relive the old days…
Food bill ~$100, bar bill ~$400, plus taxi fare… sigh…
We turned one of these into a dead soldier last night…
Got back to the hotel after midnight, then had to get up at 0330 to get to the airport…
We all pretty much stumbled onto the airplane and crashed. I actually slept most of the flight for the first time in years, but I had to find the aspirin as soon as I got off the airplane…
Sigh…
I’m not 21 anymore. I’m not 21 anymore. I’m not 21 anymore. I’m not 21 anymore.
I think it may be the math, the number of years you subtract from your age to get to 21 during the drinking is added to your age the day after, and that is how you feel.
My body is just not up to this anymore. Although I do enjoy the night before, the day after is when the the insufficient funds notice from the body bank is posted.
Thus my belief in the Princess Bride Iocain powder theory. If I drink small amounts of red wine regularly, I will build up a resistance.
John in Philly
John- Damn good point! And insufficient funds is right! I seldom drink anymore, so I was behind the power curve to start with… sigh
Out of practice.
The difference between 21 and (mumbles)…retirement age is not that you can’t do it now, it’s that it frigging HURTS more now.
I was remarking to an acquaintance last week, that even at my advanced age and decrepitude, I can still do a hard day’s work. The only problem nowadays is that it takes me most of the week.
+1
How’s that country song go . . .
“I’m not as good as I once was . . .
But I’m as good once as I ever was . . .” 🙂
Enjoy sir – good times, good friends, good memories . . . all worth a long nap and a couple of aspirin! Just sayin’ . . .
Safe travels Jim!
+1 for Bill’s comment.
There’s another country song that goes something like “one’s too many and twelve’s not enough.”
Seems appropriate…
If you’ve to feel bad in the morning that’s a damn good way to get that way. A applaud you and your comrade’s taste in Scotch.
Hangover Helper – bacon, sausage, ham, eggs, and cheese heaped onto an enormous hard roll and a large coke – it’ll fix you right up!
When you were 21, you couldn’t afford that bar bill. You were doing it on something cheaper, nastier, and with a worse hangover that memory has mercifully forgotten.
We may not be 21 anymore, but that means if we’re going to take the punishment, we’re going to do it well, and with style!
Ed- Yeah, we ALL were… Sigh…
LL- That it does!
Paw/WSF- Good point! 🙁
Bill/Dammit- LOL, true!
Tim- Yeah, we ran them out of 25 year old… Thankfully!
Stretch- LOL, yeah it was GOOD!
Mrs.C- I did that this morning, except COFFEEEEEE!
Wing- True dat! I think back then it was Chivas at a quarter a shot!.
Awww were you praying to the porcelain God? Best hangover cure ever: A steamer pack of fresh Krystal Burgers.
Remember when we used to think a hangover was funny?
But at least you did it in style.
Hey old NFO;
next time you tear one on and get on a flight….remember to ask the flight attendant for an aspirin…they have them in the sundry packs. Also if you decide to drink a lot…drink water…most part of a hangover is dehydration. This is the P.S.A from me;)
You go out drinking, wake up with a hangover but by noon you will feel better so you have something to look forward to. Me? I don’t drink, so when I wake up in the morning that’s as good as I’m going to feel all day!
I quit drinking years ago.
However back in the day I had hangovers that made me wish I lived.
Well, you had 25 year Macallan. Thats good stuff. You don’t get a 400 dollar bar bill when you’re 21. Or if your not drinking Macallan. 🙂
Rainwaters or Ruths Chris?
Fred