I had a night out last night. I went to see some lovely friends and watched some bands and then walked back home with very drunk people dropping kebab meat.
I went to bed at 3.30 and had fun. Actual FUN. I haven't had any of that for ages. Such fun in fact that I haven't been able to recover all day.
I didn't even drink. I don't give a shit about drinking or not drinking these days. It just doesn't matter. I've had throughly good nights totally sober and thoroughly awful nights drunk out of my gourd. And vice versa. If I'm not going to have fun I'm just not going to have fun. And if I am then I feel all fizzy and happy anyway.
For every good night I have with people, I need one on my own with Netflix and my bed. I'm old and I'm tired and I'm grumpy and I need time to just exist. And as much as the 20 somethings scoff at this, age does make a difference.
When you've been going out drinking and imbibing since 1993 it gets old. You get old. Tramping round town from dive to dive loses its appeal. Catching up on Masterchef and rehydrating with black tea and water grows in appeal. Exponentially.
Am I boring or introverted? I'm a boring, old introvert. Who likes to nap. And actually, with 38 fast approaching, I'm ok with that.
Oooh. Nap time.