I realized that this week while at my work Christmas party. I mean yes I had some drinks, shit I had a fantastic time, but while I watched some of these people making complete asses out of themselves I realized that that's just not my thing anymore. I've done a lot of drinking in my day, I mean like A LOT of drinking. Nowadays though I just find that even when I do go all out, its not like it was in the old days. Jesus Chris, listen to me, the old days.

My second year of college, it's the first week back to school and me and some buddy's are engaged in a pretty heavy drinking night. A few of us decide to go downstairs to the bar in the lobby, well next thing we know we are in a car headed for Toronto. (I went to school in Oakville) I convinced the boys that going into the big city was a bad idea and that maybe we should head to Burlington to a bar called ENERGY. After a few close calls we make it to the bar. Now, the guy who's car it is, is on crutches, and as we get to the door he is told by the bouncers that he can't come in with a ball cap on. Well Dan, one of my buddy's decides he'll take the ball cap back to the car and find us inside. We didn't see him again that night, not until he phoned us from jail the next day. We started out with 5 and we're now down to 4, we entered the bar.

The bar itself was pretty uneventful and after a few hours we're back on our way home, decidedly a lot more drunk. Now, the guy on the crutches wasn't driving the car, and he was starting to get pissed at how the other guy was driving his car. Next thing I know we are pulled over and the guy driving is pissed off and now walking down the street. I'm throwing up into a trash can and I'm shoved back into the car as we move out again. Three guys left in the car, we are now driving down the wrong side of the street, trying to convince the guy who was driving to get back into the car. When all of a sudden, a cop car rolls up beside us, a lady cop tells us that it's time to go home. So fuck buddy, the three of us turn around and head back home. That guy ended up walking 3 hours in the wrong way and hitchhiked home the next morning.

The three of us remaining headed home, when apparently I needed to get sick again. The boys stopped the car to let me throw up, and I guess they left me there. No one, including me knows how I made it home that night, the 2 guys showed up back at the apartment and all our friends who were there wondered where the other 3 guys were.

Boy those were the days, but fuck I guess we were pretty lucky too. Dan, the guy who got arrested did so because he had fallen asleep on the side of the road where he thought we had parked the car. I left alone on the side of the highway, did something to get home. But shit man we could have seriously gotten hurt and I guess I'm just not into that shit anymore. I guess that's what it means to become a crusty old man. Now I just drink and bitch about the old days.

Oh well, pass me that crown royal, time to relive some memories.

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