I am 16 going on 36

I had a strange weekend.

I’m at a crossroads.

A crossroads most people go through in their mid 20’s, I’m going through it now, in my mid 30’s. I’m a late bloomer.

Friday night, I went out with my new girlfriend to get some harmless drinks and some food. Well, she knows the bartender at the bar we went to, and said he was the best. And he was. He kept us both liquored pretty well for most of the night; you never even had to ask him for one.

When I left there I realized I was a little too drunk. I had to catch a cab to go meet John, and I was just…not there. It felt awful. You know how that is? You just wish it would end as quickly as possible and that you felt normal again?

(Don’t get me wrong by the by, had an awesome time with my new girlfriend, who seemed to have as hard a time as I did).

So then Saturday, I was a waste, tired and hung-over. We had breakfast and that was the end of me, I took a 4 hour nap, and then got back up to go do a midnight show.

Sunday I felt so much better, got up early, walked Remo, went to see Stick It, which Sucked It, then home for a long walk and TV.

With the dog and my man, my pretty apartment (not for long) and my job, I’m right at the cusp of the adulthood I should have been at 10 years ago (not that I mind that its taken me longer, I’ve had a ton of fun), but old habits die hard, and if I could have kicked myself on Friday, I would have, I just couldn’t balance on one leg.

Tomorrow….we’ll discuss “rape bathrooms”.

Stay tuned.