So that costume I mentioned earlier turned out well, I wore it with pride, and there are pictures of the evening in question on Flickr.
And if you didn’t already know, you can get to that particular Flickr account by clicking anywhere on the Flickr sidebar in the bar on the side.
I won’t mention much about the costume, it pretty much explains itself.
The party we went to, however, made me feel weirder and weirder the more I thought about it.
I’m pretty sure we were the oldest people there. We are all in our late twenties, and most of the people there were in their early twenties, for sure over 21 (judging by the amount of alcohol which was flowing rather freely).
So, I had my first experience of feeling old at a party. I wasn’t all cranky about it, I didn’t ask them to turn down the music or any other stereotypical old guy thing, and I did have fun.
I felt like the 4-5 years I had on those other people that were there made a difference.
I hope that when I’m way older I don’t feel like that every day.
And lest I forget to mention, I had 8-9 Coors Lights, and two shots of Jaeger (not at once).
One highlight of the evening: Schooling those youngin’s on the proper way to take a beer bong. I was twice as fast as their fastest guy, as was Joe and Matt (Bruce Lee and Psuedo-Johnny from Karate Kid).