Age, the final frontier...
God I'm old. Granted I don't have a receding hairline and 26 years of Dr. Who knowledge, but I, and not Drew, am the oldest member of the crew. Call me Polygrip if you want, I don't care.
Being old has some pluses, or so I'm told, but one of the minuses is that you lose your tolerance. I remember New Year's Eve's where I drank bottles of Jack Daniels and then did card tricks to amaze the crowd. Well, that's an exaggeration too. I drank a flask of JD and lifted the card from the bottom of the deck to fool people just as drunk as I was and who had no interest. So here I write, hung over; it's a chore.
Anyway, New Year's Eve historically never was a great day for Mosco305. There's been some really lame ones, ranging from sitting at home studying for qualifying exams to walking up and down State Street at midnight looking for a bar with less than an hour wait to get into them. This year was no different. I had some different options, here were the top 3:
Option A: Luther's Blues, cover fee $25, drinks $5, cab $20, 2 bands, 5 DJs,.
Pluses: Probably a good male to female ratio; probably right age group; lots of room
Minuses: Expensive, I don't like crappy bands, I hate dancing, so the DJs are out, insanely loud
Option B: Coach's, $55, all you can eat, all you can drink
Pluses: I get my fill
Minuses: Still expensive, their usually clientele is 35+, bar is really really lame
Option C: Stay in and hang with the Trooper (my roommate), $0
Pluses: I get my fill, I spend no money
Minuses: I feel insanely lame, don't get to hang with my friends.
I chose option C, if only for the economic ramifications. Yes, sitting around on New Year's Eve. I am lame in my old age. Mock away my friends, mock away. But I'll tell you what, Fast Times at Ridgemont High is great when you're drunk. I think I'd might enjoy more of Cameron Crowe's movies if I was drunk for them.
Being old has some pluses, or so I'm told, but one of the minuses is that you lose your tolerance. I remember New Year's Eve's where I drank bottles of Jack Daniels and then did card tricks to amaze the crowd. Well, that's an exaggeration too. I drank a flask of JD and lifted the card from the bottom of the deck to fool people just as drunk as I was and who had no interest. So here I write, hung over; it's a chore.
Anyway, New Year's Eve historically never was a great day for Mosco305. There's been some really lame ones, ranging from sitting at home studying for qualifying exams to walking up and down State Street at midnight looking for a bar with less than an hour wait to get into them. This year was no different. I had some different options, here were the top 3:
Option A: Luther's Blues, cover fee $25, drinks $5, cab $20, 2 bands, 5 DJs,.
Pluses: Probably a good male to female ratio; probably right age group; lots of room
Minuses: Expensive, I don't like crappy bands, I hate dancing, so the DJs are out, insanely loud
Option B: Coach's, $55, all you can eat, all you can drink
Pluses: I get my fill
Minuses: Still expensive, their usually clientele is 35+, bar is really really lame
Option C: Stay in and hang with the Trooper (my roommate), $0
Pluses: I get my fill, I spend no money
Minuses: I feel insanely lame, don't get to hang with my friends.
I chose option C, if only for the economic ramifications. Yes, sitting around on New Year's Eve. I am lame in my old age. Mock away my friends, mock away. But I'll tell you what, Fast Times at Ridgemont High is great when you're drunk. I think I'd might enjoy more of Cameron Crowe's movies if I was drunk for them.
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