First of all, I thought St. Patrick’s Day was on Saturday. So I proceeded to celebrate on Saturday, deciding to stay out later than 10 p.m. (gasp!) and indulging in one of these tasty little guys:
Okay maybe 2.75 of these… I’m pretty sure Blue Moon is a little taste of what life is like up in heaven. So I was all proud of myself for going out, being adventurous and basically not acting like an old fart. Come to find out, St. Patty’s is tomorrow?!
On Sunday morning, we head to the Shamrock half marathon to cheer on my aunt and Rob’s mom, who were both finishing their first half marathon ever! KUDOS to all you half marathoners out there, 13.1 miles is no joke. Then we carbo-loaded ourselves at my favorite brunch spot in Sacramento, Tower Cafe. Yes, even those of us who didn’t actually RUN the marathon, had the decadent french toast.
Then in what was clearly a momentary lapse of judgement, Rob and I took in the wise words of Drake a.k.a. wheelchair Jimmy from Degrassi and decided, YOLO (I hate myself for saying that already and if you don’t know what YOLO means, you’re behind the times my friend).
So we ventured out to celebrate St. Patty’s on Sunday night. We ate from a questionable Mexican food stand and went to meet some of Rob’s best friends at a dive bar in downtown. At the dive, they had a jukebox where you could buy songs that would play in the whole bar. And because we found $12 in our pockets (and drinks were only $3), we proceed to play “Dancing Queen” by Abba, “In the Air Tonight” by Phil Collins (the song Mike Tyson sings in the Hangover) and “Always Be My Baby” by Mariah Carey. Needless to say, as we all group hugged and belted “Always Be My Baby”, we received dirty looks from the regulars and the place cleared out. No Mariah fans, I guess?
While Monday was a toughie (from lack of sleep, not alcohol consumption. C’mon now I work at 7:30 a.m.!), I realized those are the nights our 20′s are made of. We won’t ever be able to “live it up” like he did when we were 18 and in college, but we can still have good nights with great company. We need more of them.
I turn 25 this year and I’ve decided it’s time to stop mourning graduating college. College isn’t coming back. But we have the rest of our 20′s to do some pretty amazing things and I’m ready to take on my last few months before I have to say “I’m in my mid-20s”. While I don’t endorse a complete lack of responsibility of the future, You REALLY do only live once and we should make it a good one.
For those of you my age or past the mid-20s mark, what’s something you wish you could go back and do while you’re “young”?
For all you young guns out there, what is something you still hope to do?