The Death of the Marathon

Remember drinking until four am, sleeping several hours, getting a greasy breakfast and then doing it again that night? Worse though, remember when you did it all the time?

God. I think I just threw up in my mouth at the memory.

Mel and I were talking, and we think that we figured it out all out. We're "over the hill," you could say, when it comes to the Marathon Weekend Party, either that or we're just not those people anymore, but we've grown out of it, to say the least. Now, when I drink, it consists of one night only, and the entire day afterwards is shot to hell. Recovery takes it's due and I am bedridden until I get up and go to Jack in the Box or some freakin' diner to satiate my need for fatty food to soak up whatever's left of the previous night's debauchery. We think that it all stems from when you first dipped your toes in the pool of drunken sunrises and stumbling sidewalks. How old were you when you had your first 40? I believe I was 14.

Damn, fourteen.

Yeah, see, I feel like that was early. I got everything out of the way during High School and a little afterwards. Then, it kinda got old. I can't go drink a bottle of Jack, puke and do it all over again. The alcohol takes a toll on my body like it didn't used to. I guess, some people can do it and other people can't. And I'm starting to believe that I may fall into the latter catergory.

I see these kids, hell, freakin' adults, night after night doing the circuit. My 50 year old neighbors party it up like it's 1982 or something - stumbling up the walkway, falling down the stairs, screaming at 3 in the morning and I can't tell if I'm missing out on something, or maybe that it's just fuckin' sad. It's like, " Damn girl, you're a retired stripper, you're getting on the better side of heavier, and you make Lindsay Lohan look like an amateur."

I don't know, am I jaded or something? Twenty five is too young for that, for sure. I just know I ain't gettin' any younger and each drink hits a little harder and take a little longer to shake off. All I know is that I want a cigarette right now. But I quit. Damn. Oh well. Til next time, I guess. And Remember...

Complaining is dialogue, too, you know...