“Let’s get out of here.” I yelled at my friends.
“What?” One of them yelled back.
“Let’s go….it’s lame here. And there are no females here, it’s like Sausagefest 2000…too many dudes.”
I looked at my watch, 2:30 am. My face lit up. Plenty of time to look for single ladies. The rest of the night was a blur. But it ended the same…I woke up dizzy and with a random female. That was my life in the year 2000.
Fourteen years later.
“Let’s get out of here.” I yelled at my wife.
“What? I cant hear you.” My wife yelled while pointing at her ear.
“It’s too crowded and loud. And the little one is having a meltdown. I think she needs a nap.” I looked at my watch…2:30 pm. My face lit up. Plenty of time to get home, cook dinner, and watch TV. But after that, the rest of the night was a blur. Because after all those tasks I fell asleep on the couch at 8:00 pm.
See the difference? As a 21 year old, I didn’t believe in sleep. As a thirty-five year old, I can barely stay awake in a movie theater during an afternoon showing of Rio 2. As a 21 year old, my days started at 1 in the afternoon. As a thirty-five year old, my days start at 5:30 in the morning…weekends included. My five year old kid believes in “no sleep” just like my 21 year old self, and has no problem slapping my head at 5:30 am to ask me for cereal and cartoons. Yay for getting older!