It was like 10pm at night and my friend called me. “Are you still awake?” Of course, I said. “Meet me downstairs, we’re going to a warehouse rave.”
I had a great time that night. It’s when I figured out how to dance to drum 'n bass music. I go to sleep ~1030pm now.
I’m fucking ancient in my 40s. I’m satisfied that I partied enough when I was younger, so I’m ok with this. The 22yo version of me would be horrified, but at least I still go to concerts. They’re safe because the show starts at 8pm, so I can get wildly drunk and not remember most of the show and still be home early enough to get to work a little bit drunk the next day.
It was like 10pm at night and my friend called me. “Are you still awake?” Of course, I said. “Meet me downstairs, we’re going to a warehouse rave.”
I had a great time that night. It’s when I figured out how to dance to drum 'n bass music. I go to sleep ~1030pm now.
I’m fucking ancient in my 40s. I’m satisfied that I partied enough when I was younger, so I’m ok with this. The 22yo version of me would be horrified, but at least I still go to concerts. They’re safe because the show starts at 8pm, so I can get wildly drunk and not remember most of the show and still be home early enough to get to work a little bit drunk the next day.