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Friday, February 24, 2012

I just can't hang anymore.

I've come to the conclusion that I just can't hang anymore. I knew it would happen at some point and that point is now at the youngish age of 28. Last night a bunch of us top floor dwellers went out for drinks after work. The combination of 18 oz Bud Lights and no food was probably not the best combination. I rallied this morning and even made it to work early but now I have to have a hot dog for lunch because hang over cravings are not to be ignored.

So I'm saying goodbye to 22 year old Ginny who could stay out late on a Thursday and feel totally fine the next day. Hello responsible adult Ginny, it's nice to finally meet you.

Have a happy somewhat responsible weekend everyone!
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4 comments:

  1. L-KatFebruary 24, 2012 at 12:18 PM

    I know what you mean: how in the world were we able to do it back then? 28 year old me can't hang either. I'm so lame that if I'm not sleeping by 11 p.m. I am crabby the next day. Lame, lame, lame. Or grown up, I guess.

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  2. Suburban SweetheartFebruary 25, 2012 at 12:21 PM

    Ha! Meeting this version of Kate sure was a shock.

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  3. QuinnFebruary 25, 2012 at 5:43 PM

    It's so upsetting. But that's okay, just do it hardcore at the weekends!

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  4. KayleighFebruary 27, 2012 at 8:26 PM

    I feel ya. I'm gonna be 25 and my tolerance is already not what it used to be.

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